Life was no breeze for poor Little Hairy-Harry. From his very earliest moments of living and breathing, he was forced to consider in sang froid the sticky circumstances in which he found himself.
Tucked away in his little hidey-hole, his eyes barely peeping out above the sandy ground, getting out, wriggling, or even the tiniest wave of the hand ‘hello’ were all ruled out. What with Little Hairy-Harry being an extremely proper individual, one can only begin to imagine the depths of his frustration.
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