Later George laughed as he watched his dinner being cooked he remembered the journey of the previous day they had been very interesting but at least he had had a good sleep in the Lettuce man’s camp he had beds made from dried lettuces and blankets of pigeon feathers. But then a lemon pie fell on their head and made them all squishy and yellow. They never did understand why the pie fell. The pie shelves kept high in the tree tops had looked secure the night before when Alf the seagull had mended them on his way to his yoga class. They guessed something had chewed through the strings although it was currently a mystery but this wouldn’t be the case for much longer there were nibbling menaces at large in the forest that day!
The pie incident had driven them to jump into a near by lake leaving them very wet. George hated getting wet because he was a box and being a wet box wasn't very good because he could rip. But roomy had a towel so George was safe. Little did he know that the towel was not a towel, but a disguised version of a towel and wasn't a towel at all? It was a floor tile! Floor tiles were evil and chewed on legs they also had the curious tendency to morph into other items to trick people (loose term). They were notorious in this part of the wood because of the lack of tiled floors it was like being in solitary confinement a forest for a floor tile. It scared George and roomy with it big scary tiley teeth they just knew it was coming for them! George felt a slight tremor in the ground and knew something even odder was about to happen.
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