![]() ![]() The mouse played his trick again, “A gruffalo! Why, didn’t you know? His eyes are orange, his tongue is black, he has purple prickles all over his back”. “A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?” asked the curious snake. The hungry snake asked, “Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come for a feast in my logpile house,” “It’s kind of you, Snake, but no – I’m having a feast with a Gruffalo,” the clever mouse rejected. A snake saw the mouse and the mouse looked good. Then, the mouse continued his journey through the deep dark wood. “Silly old fox! Doesn’t he know there is no such thing as a gruffalo?” laughed the mouse. “Roasted fox!! I better go now! Goodbye mouse!” and the fox ran as fast as the lightning. “Here, by these rocks, and his favourite food is…. “Where are you meeting him?” the fox asked again. ![]() The fox replied, “A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?” “A gruffalo! Why, didn’t you know? He has terrible tusks, and terrible claws, and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws.” said the mouse. So, the fox asked the mouse, “where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house.” “It’s kind of you, Fox, but no – I’m going to have lunch with a gruffalo,” said the mouse. ![]() ![]() A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good. THE GRUFFALO By Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler A mouse walks in the deep dark wood. ![]()
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