The sun shone effulgently inÂ the forest.Â It was a blissful treasure. Jack, whoÂ wasÂ in a truculent mood, came plodding along withÂ a murky miserable face. TheÂ gloomyÂ moodÂ on Jack’s ashy face reflected on the luminosity of the forest. Suddenly, the dazzling, blazing, sun became gloomy grey. When you know the sky is grey; when the sky is dusky; when the forest has lost it’s vivid colours, then you know something is wrong. Jack plodded along but as the leaves rustled, Jack realised the forest was dark because he was grumpy. As soon he smiled, the forest came to life.