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He took his usuall route into the wood passed the big oaktree where the owl lived, passed the bramble where the rabbits lived, through the clearing where only the brave animals dare to venture into and onwards to where all the good wood was to be found. He found lots of wood to make lots of nice things with. Small bits, tall bits, fat bits and thin bits. He bundled them together and tied a piece of twine around them and tied a knot in them ready to take them home. |
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He sat down for a rest and something to eat. You see that collecting wood is very hard work. As he finished his last drop of tea he felt a strange feeling. It suddenly started to go dark. This was very strange since it was the middle of the day by now. There where no clouds in the sky so there couldn't be a storm brewing. What was going on he thought to himself. He collected all his things together and headed back to the village. |
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