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Life of Faeries
As time goes by inside the forest, the two had been pretty well having the progress they wanted. They had already found the shoes of the faeries, Shone found his shoes—the blue very tiny shoes, almost just as the size of a grain—at the top of one of the speaking trees—they said they were called Tralk. Riley found hers under the root of one tree—it was not talking this time. They even had to dig the ground carefully to get the shoes since they were buried, and only were seen with the help of the magnifying glass that was given by the tralks. The green bag was also found, hidden in the bushes. They were like the cartoon character on the television that was being watched by the children with backpacks and maps and whatsoever, and they were looking for the things that were missing until they
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