"The brambles and the thorns grew thick and thicker in the ticking thicket of bickering crickets. Farther along and stronger, bonged the gongs of a throng of frogs, green and vivid on their lily pads. From the sky came the crying of flies, and the pilgrims leaped over a bleating sheep creeping knee-deep in a sleepy stream, in which swift and slippery snakes slid and slithered silkily, whispering sinful secrets."
Now if that doesn't make you want to read this book, I don't know what will. Wait, I do: it's really, REALLY excellent. Short AND sweet. Don't forget fun.
There, will that do?