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Once upon a time, in a bright green forest, there lived a little hare named Hazel. Hazel was the most popular animal in the whole wood. She was cheerful and kind, and she had a bright smile for everyone she met. Because she was so nice, all the other animals claimed to be her very best friend. Every morning the horse neighed happily when he saw her. The bull gave a friendly nod. The goat bleated a warm hello. The ram waved, and the little calf trotted along beside her. ...

Once upon a time, in a green and leafy meadow, there lived a very busy caterpillar named Crispin. Crispin had a strict routine. Every morning, as soon as the sun peeked over the trees, he left his little house to look for the tastiest leaves in the meadow. Crunch, munch, slurp, he loved his leafy meals. But before he could go anywhere, Crispin had to put on his shoes. One shoe, two shoes, three shoes, all the way to one hundred shoes! It took him so long that sometimes the sun was already high in the sky before he finally stepped outside. ...

Once upon a time, deep in a quiet, mossy forest, there lived a magnificent stag named Silas. Silas had a smooth brown coat, large gentle eyes, and a very grand way of walking. One warm afternoon, after leaping over fallen logs and trotting through the ferns, Silas grew thirsty. He wandered down a hidden path until he came upon a crystal-clear spring. The water was so calm and so still that it worked exactly like a great glass mirror. ...

Once upon a time, in a small village tucked against the edge of a great forest, there lived a boy named Timmy. Timmy loved dinosaurs. He loved all of them, but most of all he loved the Ankylosaurus, with its heavy armour plates and the enormous bony club on the end of its tail. His room showed it. There were dinosaur books stacked three deep on the shelf, dinosaur models lined up along the windowsill in careful order of size, and posters covering so much of the wall that you could barely tell what colour the paint underneath was. Timmy would spend whole afternoons lying on his floor, imagining himself striding out on adventures beside those ancient giants. ...

Once upon a time, deep under the sparkling blue sea, the fish were having a terrible argument. “I’m the fastest swimmer!” shouted the mackerel. “Nonsense, it’s me!” boasted the tuna. “You’re both wrong, it’s clearly me!” barked the swordfish. The argument grew so loud that even the crabs scuttled away and the shrimps covered their ears. Finally, an old wise turtle swam into the crowd. “Enough of this nonsense!” he declared. “If you want to know who is fastest, then we shall have a race, a proper one, around the big island. Whoever wins shall be crowned the swiftest fish in the sea.” ...

Once upon a time, deep in a wild green forest, there lived a very clever fox named Foxster. Foxster was proud of a great many things — his sharp teeth, his quick paws, his bright eyes. But what he loved best of all was his magnificent, bushy red tail. He brushed it every morning and fluffed it out every night before he slept. One dark evening, while Foxster was creeping round a farmer’s chicken coop in search of a midnight snack, he stepped on something hard. ...

Once upon a time, in the rolling green foothills of the Great Crag Mountains, there lived a bull named Buster. Buster was a magnificent animal — broad-shouldered, with horns like polished ivory and a coat the colour of rich mahogany. Most creatures in the valley gave him a wide berth, not because he was unkind, but because he was simply a force of nature. Even the strongest bull, however, has one thing he fears. For Buster, that thing was Leo the lion. ...

Once upon a time, deep in the heart of a green, whispering forest, there lived a very big and very soft brown bear named Barnaby. Barnaby loved a great many things — long afternoon naps, scratching his back against rough tree bark, and rolling in soft autumn leaves. But there was one thing he loved more than anything else in the wide world: berries. On this particular afternoon, Barnaby’s tummy was rumbling like a thundercloud. Rumble, bumble, roar! ...

Deep down in the warm, sparkling waters of a sandy ocean bay, there lived a family of bright red hermit crabs. The mother crab, whose name was Constanza, was very proud indeed. She loved everything to be tidy, and proper, and just right. One bright morning, Constanza was sitting on top of a smooth piece of driftwood, watching her young son Oliver scurry across the sand. Oliver was having a wonderful time, chasing tiny bubbles and dodging the waving green seaweed. ...

Once upon a time, deep in the rocky hills of a wild forest, there lived a wolf named Winston. Now, Winston was an ordinary-sized wolf. But he had an extraordinary imagination. One beautiful summer evening, Winston crawled out of his cosy stone lair. The air was cool, the first stars were beginning to twinkle, and Winston was in fine spirits indeed. He stretched his long legs, let out an enormous yawn, and noticed that his stomach was rumbling. He had an excellent appetite, and he was ready to go and hunt his dinner. ...