The Gruffalo's Child
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- 2011
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Whose are these footprints?
Mama!
The Gruffalo's been here!
Hmm. No.
- Too small.
- Huh?
- What else could it be?
- What else could it be?
Hmm?
Well...
I'll tell you what it could be.
- Ahhh!
- Oh!
The Gruffalo said that...
No Gruffalo should ever set foot
in the deep, dark wood.
Why not?
Why not? Oh!
Because, if you do,
the Big Bad Mouse will be after you.
I met him once.
Said the Gruffalo.
I met him a long, long time ago.
What does he look like?
Tell us, Dad.
Is he terribly big and terribly bad?
Um... I can't quite remember.
The Gruffalo said.
Then he thought for a minute...
and scratched his head.
The Big Bad Mouse...
...is terribly strong.
Terribly strong?
And his scaly tail is terribly long.
Terribly long?
His eyes are like pools
of terrible fire.
Terrible fire.
And his terrible whiskers
are tougher than wire.
Tougher than wire?
The Big Bad Mouse...
...is terribly strong.
And his scaly tail is terribly long.
His eyes are like pools
of terrible fire
and his terrible whiskers
are tougher than wire.
The Big Bad Mouse.
One snowy night
when the Gruffalo snored...
...the Gruffalo's child
was feeling bored.
The Gruffalo's child was
feeling brave
so she tiptoed out
of the Gruffalo cave.
The snow fell fast
and the wind blew wild.
Into the wood went
the Gruffalo's child.
Oh!
A- ha! O-ho!
A trail in the snow.
Whose is this trail?
And where does it go?
A tail poked out of a log-pile house.
Could this be the tail...
...of the Big Bad Mouse?
Out slid the creature.
Hmmm!
Oh.
His eyes are small.
And he doesn't have whiskers.
No, none at all!
You're not the mouse!
Not I.
Said the snake.
But he's down by the lake...
Ah!
...Eating Gruffalo cake.
Oh!
Woooo!
Urgh!
Oh!
The snow fell fast
and the wind blew wild.
I'm not scared.
Said the Gruffalo's child.
A- ha.
O- ho!
Marks in the snow.
Whose are these claw marks?
Where do they go?
Sshh!
Two eyes gleamed out
of a treetop house.
Could these be the
eyes of the Big Bad Mouse?
Down flew the creature.
His tail is short...
and he doesn't have whiskers
of any sort.
Ow!
Oof!
You're not the Mouse.
Too-whit, too-whoo!
Not I.
But he's somewhere nearby.
Eating...
Gruffalo pie!
Oh...
Aah!
The snow fell fast
and the wind blew wild.
I'm not scared.
Said the Gruffalo's child.
And then?
Hmmm.
A- ha!
O- ho.
A track in the snow.
Whose is this track?
And where does it go?
Whiskers at last,
and an underground house.
Could this be the home
of the Big Bad Mouse?
Waah!
Out slunk the creature.
His eyes aren't fiery.
His tail isn't scaly.
His whiskers aren't wiry.
Ah...
Achoo! Oh!
You're not the Mouse!
Aaah!
Gruffalo!
You're not the Mouse.
Mouse?
Oh! Oh, no, not me.
He's, er...
He's under a tree!
Er, drinking...
...Gruffalo tea.
Ha ha.
Ha... ah!
It's all a trick.
Said the Gruffalo's child
as she sat on a stump
where the snow lay piled.
I don't believe
in the Big Bad Mouse.
out of his house.
Mmm, not big... not bad...
but a mouse at least.
You'll taste good
as a midnight feast.
Aah!
Wait... wait!
Said the Mouse.
Before you eat...
There's... a... friend of mine...
that you ought to meet.
Mmm?
If you let me hop on to a...
...hazel twig...
I'll beckon my friend...
so bad and big.
The Gruffalo's child
unclenched her fist.
The Big Bad Mouse?
So he does exist?
Mmm.
The Mouse hopped
into the hazel tree.
He beckoned, then said...
Just wait and see.
Out came the moon.
It was bright and round.
A terrible shadow
fell onto the ground.
Who is this creature
so big, bad and strong?
His tail and his whiskers
are terribly long!
His ears are enormous
and over his shoulder...
...he carries a nut
as big as a boulder!
The Big Bad Mouse!
Yelled the Gruffalo's child.
Ha ha. Ooh!
The Mouse!
Mmm.
from the twig and smiled.
Ugh!
A- ha! O-ho.
Prints in the snow.
Whose are these footprints?
Where do they go?
Owl. Ha.
The Big Bad Mouse.
The footprints led
to the Gruffalo cave
where the Gruffalo's child
was a bit less brave.
The Gruffalo's child
was a bit less bored.
And the Gruffalo snored...
...and snored...
...and snored.
Huh?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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