Little Hairy-Harry couldn’t take it anymore, not knowing what was going on behind him. His hearing was marvellously acute and his sense of smell even better. It was possibly that little bit too fine. (Just between you and I, he dreamed often of catching a cold.) Yet all his eyes could offer him was the vista of a lovely, pink and gently sloping hillside, on which he, drawn to his full height, was wafting in the breeze.
Unable to wait a moment any longer, he exerted an effort, of a bravado well beyond his years, by which he managed to shift to the right.
‘Oh my heavens! But it’s so pretty…’ he crooned.
By stretching his little head such that his neck vertebrae threatened to rupture, he could see at long last, a gorgeous landscape, pink and undulating, covered with little friends (although little, still much bigger than him), and a funny heart-shaped mountain down below, and yet another, higher one behind him…
‘Ew! Eyew!’
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