The fact that they stay in place is rare. Animals usually go on the run as I approach. Not this one. I'm sneaking at him as quietly as possible. However, the inevitable happens; I stumble over a stone, grave around for hold and grab an overhanging branch. Bad choice. Krak says the branch. 'Oh, 'I say when I came to the ground.
Would he run?
no. He stays standing! I let my breath breath escape again. Oh, what a cutie, I even dare to ask him something.
“Shouldn't you be in a hibernation or something?'
“I'll never do that.'
He can talk! How then?
Suddenly I know, it's because of Ingrid, who has given the decisive vote to the magic forest.
But then I see a smurf and dive away and the beast, quite understandably, follows.

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