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There was a strange feeling in the woods. In the bramble the rabbits where stiring, running arround like they where getting ready to go somewhere. The owls where all talking with one another almost too fast to understand. Back in the village there was a terrible silence. There was not the normal smiling no one was singing, no one was talking it was really strange. There was no movement from anyone. As he got closer he came to realise that all the people had been turned to stone... |
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This could only be one thing thought the carpenter to himself. This must be the work of the wicked monster who lived in the mountain cave. ......... |
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