Once upon a time the sky was blue and the grass was green. There were no clouds in the sky. If there were clouds in the sky they were white and fluffy and looked like puffs of smoke or little florettes of cotton wool. The trees were full of blossom and the daffodils bloomed. Rain was just a dream in the minds of deranged children. The wind was soft and gentle and felt like a lover whispering, ‘I love you’ in your ear. The wolf lay down with the mouse and we all sang joyful songs and made daisy chains. We all made love in fields of rye and drank sweet mead until we were merry. The rivers and the streams babbled pleasantly. The branches of rowan trees dipped with the weight of bluebirds as they waited to assist us in any menial tasks. Apples fell to the floor and were rich and delicious. They were so juicy. We would join hands in a circle and dance the dance of delight. There was milk and grapes and honey. In the blue sky was a bright orange disk. We called it the sun and it warmed us. It was all gold and shining. We were happy as the day was long and we played until our cows came home. It was lovely… this is just a story.