In a mystical forest was an old wooden house, and in that house lived a handsome man. His charming and friendly attitude meant that he was extremely likable and he had lots of friends. He had bright blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that twinkled in the moonlight. He was an adventurous man who loved to go on dangerous quests.

The wicked, selfish witch was plotting a plan as usual. She cackled and sang (although very badly) as she stirred her cauldron. Her dirty orange hair was a tangled mess and looked brittle like her mop. Dark black lipstick covered her lips and half of her teeth. Her ragged dress was filthy with ash from her dusty old cauldron. She was extremely rude and hated people.

Deep inside the darkest cave lives a hideous creature. Covered from head to toe in grotesque white pimples and crusty mud-soaked skin, you can smell him before you can even see him. On the very top of his head lives a family of lice that play all day in his bright green, unwashed hair. His enormous muscles escape from his tiny clothes that are always wet in sweat. His terrible attitude does not help his disgusting look at all. Nothing, but nothing makes him smile.

He was a very small man with a long pointed nose and down-turned snarling mouth. No one had seen him smile. He was never seen around without his huge black hat, which looked like a dustbin upturned on a windy day. Every day her stomped up and down the cobbled street where he lived, like an angry bear whose food was stolen. People, even the dirty street cats scattered around and avoided having eye contact with him. You couldn’t blame them. His unhappiness was infectious.

He has huge, dark, angry eyes that sparkle whenever he spots his next delicious meal. What a greedy one he is! His stone-grey fur is fluffy and smooth, and his enormous bushy tail swings behind him as he places one hairy foot in front of the other. Terrifying with his strong and fierce body, he will eventually trick anyone to get what he wants.