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Holy sh#t! A snake!
On went the mouse through the deep dark wood.
a snake saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.
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“Where are you going to, little brown mouse?
Come for a feast, in my log-pile house.”
“It's wonderfully good of you, Snake, but no
- I'm going to have a feast with the gruffalo.”
“A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?”
“A gruffalo! Why, didn't you know?”
“His eyes are orange, his toungue is black,
He has purple prickles all over his back.”
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“Where are you meeting him?”
“Here, by this lake... and his favorite food is scrambled snake.”
“Scrambled snake! It's time I hid!”
“Good-bye, little mouse,”and away snake slid.
“Silly old Snake! Doesn't he know? There's no such thing as a gruffalo!”