Squishy
lived with his mummy and daddy a few miles out from town on the edge of a deep,
dark forest. The forest was old when people had first settled in the area
and was full of mystery and enchantment. Most people thereabouts avoided
the forest, fearful of the strange creatures and even stranger magics that
supposedly inhabited its darker reaches. Even woodcutters worked quickly
and quietly and made sure they stayed within a shout of the forest’s edge when
plying their axes. It was rumoured that a person who ventured too deep
would come back changed, if he came back at all.
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