A landscape of pure purity lay before me as I gazed outwards at the horizon. The sunset let out a light so beautiful that words couldn't describe it. Gleaming plants of rhubarb were spread out ready for the harvest and in the distance you could just make out a rusty tractor mowing all the crops into a heap of food. Suddenly a raucous noise as loud as a Lion's roar erupted out of nowhere. Stampeding animals emerged into my field of vision, as in a terrible fright I dashed away. Rhinos, Lions, Elephants, Tigers, Wolves and Hounds, you name it, were all trampling upon the harvest. In the deepest bit of my heart I felt a solemn feeling for the owners of the farm that had just been demolished in the worst way possible.