By Mick McArt
Dilly and Dally are identified for no longer getting issues performed adequately, and an upcoming rainstorm goes to check their foundations. Will the aid of their noisy buddy Hubbub be adequate? Or will this demand an immense resolution?
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Dally’s dark stripes wrapped around his legs, so it made it look like he was always ready to spring. They both lived in a hut which they had built near the Grabapple tree. Their little dwelling wasn’t much to look at. It had clumsy walls made of Shiftwood and a roof patched together from Dripsticks. It was so cobbled and hobbled together, that they named it the Hobble Hut. They had stored all their worldly goods inside of the Hobble Hut. Like an out-of-tune Shoo Horn (for scaring off flies), some half-finished Wait-To-Do lists, some bedspring sandals for jumping, and a small pile of empty kicking cans.
It was so cobbled and hobbled together, that they named it the Hobble Hut. They had stored all their worldly goods inside of the Hobble Hut. Like an out-of-tune Shoo Horn (for scaring off flies), some half-finished Wait-To-Do lists, some bedspring sandals for jumping, and a small pile of empty kicking cans. Dilly was fast asleep, and not too far into a wonderful dream, when something stirred him awake. The sun had disappeared behind some clouds, and its warm rays were replaced by cool droplets of rain.
They even decorated their home with some Lackadaisies that everyone helped pick for Bigby. As soon as the giant, with help from his friends, had loaded up the Mealbarrow with flowers and Grabapples, they headed back to Bigwater Falls. “I have to leave, too,” Hubbub said. ” Dilly and Dally waved goodbye from their new porch to all their friends. Their hut was now safe and secure; a place where they could have refuge from any storm. As they turned to go inside, from the corner of his eye, Dally noticed that the “Home Sweet Hobble” sign was hanging askew on the outside wall.