Open Door

‘At the back of the garden shed, There is a mysterious golden door! Mother says “Don’t open it!” but I want to go in. What could be behind that door? I really, really want to know! Could it be an agile horse, Galloping gracefully along the street? Its fur as sleek and smooth as polished leather. Neigh! Neigh! I really, really want to know! Could it be a cute, petite bunny, Hopping happily back and forth? As white as a puffed cloud. Bounce! Bounce! I really, really want to know! Could it be a shy, little kitten, Chasing playfully after a rubber ball? Its eyes as bright as twinkling stars. Meow! Meow! I really, really want to know! Could it be a mischievous, hungry giraffe, Munching rapidly on tree leaves? As tall as a tower. Chomp! Chomp! I really, really want to know! Could it be a dark coloured koala, Hanging from a branch above? As round and plump as a pumpkin. Grunt! Grunt! I really, really want to know! Could it be an adorable puppy, Licking gently on its paws? As curious as a detective. Woof! Woof! I really really want to know! Could it be an energetic sheep, Running joyfully on the meadow? Its fur as soft as a blanket. Baa! Baa! I really, really want to know! I’ll go and investigate!’