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Gingers Wood.
Dr Freckles Frog.
Dr Freckles sat quietly and nervously one sweet summer
morning in amongst the long grass, he checked his old
tiny pocket watch once, then once again shortly after.
“1 o'clock, I must be there at 1 o'clock”.
Seeing it was only 11:30, he relaxed slightly when he
realised he had time to gobble down his tasty dinner of
wriggle worm pie, then he would have to hop off to be
part of the biggest day of his life … his wedding day.
He had spent no less than one whole week drying out his
wet slippery skin so his suit would fit perfectly and would
not become drenched, at last he was dressed and
ready.
“Oh, it doesn't matter if I'm early.”
He said cheerfully before getting up and making his way
around the outskirts of the lake towards the waterfall
church, suddenly …
He let out a cry as a little reed warbler flew
quickly out from behind the tall reeds causing him to
jump back with shock, then …
