Marty glanced out over his beautiful world: the grass was lush and dense with a pretty emerald colour, the foxgloves and bluebells swayed in the wind and the ocean sky with the miniature clouds slowly moved.

He could hear the creaking of the tree branches and the rustling of the Autumn leaves, the sound of the birds swooping and gliding in the sky, the brass-coloured-black-striped bees buzzed and fizzed near their hive.

Marty, who, was, the kindest creature ever, always cared for all of his plants: the flowers, the trees and every single strand of grass.