A man took a stroll through a deep, dark wood to find a creature he had heard about from his little one.
“If I look hard enough, I might also stumble upon the gruffalo’s child,” he mused silently to himself. It would be akin to meeting a celebrity; what would he say?
Over the branches, under the branches, weaving in and out of knotted stumps. The woody smell of bark and ‘crunch’ of his footsteps filling the air.
But he was in the wrong place. This wood was too light and bright. No matter, he could use his imagination instead.
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