Mr. Cauliflower (he is a man not a vegetable) walked over to the crimson roses. They were very pretty and brought a strong colour to the field of flowers. Mr. Cauliflower stood there as still as stone. He could see all his memories floating across the grass. He turned around and headed on his way back when he heard a creak. He tapped his shoe on the grass. Suddenly, a plank of wood fell into a deep den. Why was this there? Why didn't he notice this before? Mr. Cauliflower started shivering in fear. He walked backwards to his home.