He had lived here all his life. The giant mushroom had been home for over 50 years.
He was born here, had taken his first steps here, studied at school here and worked the fields
here all his adult life. This was the village of Toadstool, and nothing unexpected happened.
Each and every day, his neighbours would carry out their ordinary business in an ordinary way.
Each morning, he would sit at his table, tucking into a plate of steaming hot, buttery mushrooms
on toast, watching the ordinary world go by in its ordinary way. This morning seemed no
different…until he looked out of his window. The sight that met his bewildered eyes was
not ordinary at all. There was an unexpected visitor...At his door, he stood. He wore a long
old leather coat with black pants and a white hat that covered his eyes.
He dug into his pocket. he pulled out a knife.
He was born here, had taken his first steps here, studied at school here and worked the fields
here all his adult life. This was the village of Toadstool, and nothing unexpected happened.
Each and every day, his neighbours would carry out their ordinary business in an ordinary way.
Each morning, he would sit at his table, tucking into a plate of steaming hot, buttery mushrooms
on toast, watching the ordinary world go by in its ordinary way. This morning seemed no
different…until he looked out of his window. The sight that met his bewildered eyes was
not ordinary at all. There was an unexpected visitor...At his door, he stood. He wore a long
old leather coat with black pants and a white hat that covered his eyes.
He dug into his pocket. he pulled out a knife.
Hi Troy my name is Christina and I go to Kokatahi-Kowhitirangi school and I think all that hard work you have done its a great effort you have done on your blog and I think you should add a little bit more thank you.
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