Slunking vishtusly about the dreepy forest
Inspectanating victouslyt of the flownters
Tripunnping over the roots protruding frout the dirt
Expracion was visible on their countenance
Listening to the sinireepy noises that resechoed through the tree tops
Finally a glistinient beam of light
Spranting faster than ever puving through the scrushb
Fresh air bellushed him in the face
The astonzing view of the aged City repulsed him
He regretted ever going to look for the city
Now for the treturous journey back
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