My father and I knelt down at Mrs Doolittle’s tomb, still immersed in the shocking news and regretful not having a moment to say-goodbye to beloved her. We hugged crying and couldn’t help paralyzing there. Even the smelly chemical factory order couldn’t stop us. To our surprise, Mrs Doolittle’s son, Jack, brought us soft cotton pillow for us to put under our knees sweetly.

Jack walked us to the nearby grasslands later and planned to tell us everything about his mother. On the way to there, the grasslands smelt fresh and sweet after rain. Jack shouted out, " See, the rainbow in the sky". My father and I felt more relaxed and found we were in a magical grasslands. Hearing a pleasant rhythm, I started to search for the coming of sound. I ran lightly and found saw a river flowing from the horizon of the clear sky. Then my father and Jack followed up, seeing me enjoying the rhythm and the cool temperature of the water. Jack passed me a chocolate and started to tell us the story of Mrs Doolittle…