Rolly Top Deck Learners

You're overwhelmed with the twitters and tweets of tuis and bellbirds the second you step onto the brownish-redish deck. The whistling wind tousles and blows your hair as well as the dark green leaves from the majestic weeping willow that stands firm on the emerald green grass that glistens in the morning dew. The scent of the flourishing pink, white and red roses is carried on the wind like a dove on a breeze.A rusty old swing set squeaks and squeals like a little brown field mouse with his long pink tail caught in a trap. As the the sun goes down Scruffy flies home.