The water in the pond next door sounds like giants urinating.
The aeroplanes flying by sounds like goblins cheering on football matches.
The eerie wind rustling trees sounds like witches rushing by on brooms.
The pattering of the rain is clearly fairies tap dancing on the window sill.
The low rumbling of the traffic near by is the empty stomachs of hungry ogres.
Distant voices... The meetings of serious warlocks discussing the danger of spells involving endangered creatures.
Cats padding along the fence... Protecting the secrets of their mistress witches.
The stars flicker as the smoke of a thousand cauldrons wafts into the night.
The world comes alive with magic as we sleep in preparation for Monday.
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