Ten-year-old Anne imagined what she would look like when she was sixty years old, leaning against a warm fireplace, sitting on a fluffy lounge chair, facing a group of curious little heads, and began to tell the story of her old grandmother. A breathtaking adventure.
? Anne felt like she was really suffocating. She had never felt so bad, nor had she encountered such a terrifying forest. It was like a dormant giant, licking its lips greedily and looking at the intruder with malicious intent. The branches stretching to the sky attracted gusts of dark wind, and the iron-blue clouds were gathered together to whisper and discuss the conspiracy. The ugly upturned tree roots destroyed the land into pieces, and the miasma emitted by the rotten swamp made the world look more... The forest is like a zombie with a toothache, ugly and disgusting. If the latest version of the Good Child's Handbook contains a specific clause about "be brave when facing the forest," we would have to look at the courage of this little girl in a different light. She took a deep breath and took a brave step. Black Rabbit Chocolate noticed its partner's uneasiness. It stretched out its prickly tongue and licked Annie's cheek, then pressed against her neck to soothe her partner with a weak heartbeat, and then worked hard to make a few small colorful bubbles.
Along the way, this loyal rabbit always encouraged Anne in a timely manner. The only drawback was that it was transformed from a piece of paper and could only speak in written language, so it inevitably sounded a bit literate. It's not kind enough (it can't even call Anne "the one-armed ghost", which was Anne's nickname, which also convinced Anne that people who love to use slang are made of clay). The colorful bubbles floating in the air also made Anne's mind wander a little. She no longer bit her white lips with her teeth and pinched her red skin with her nails. At this moment, she was as brave as a proud bird. cock. "Please use your hands to open the red schoolbag, Annie." Chocolate's voice was sharp and sharp, and it popped a bubble with its nose. "The textbook won't teach you how to find a witch, but the teacher warned us not to dress up like witches." Annie said exaggeratedly, although she still obeyed Chocolate's instructions. The chocolate standing on Anne's shoulder ran along Anne's arm to the back of Anne's hand, then nimbly jumped to the edge of the schoolbag, and suddenly got into the schoolbag. There was a movement like a little mouse, and when the little rabbit came back, it still had a book in its mouth. Chocolate spit the book into the confused Annie's hand and spat a few more times. Maybe it couldn't stand the temptation of the fruit-scented eraser and took a bite. "'How to Inspire Children's Good Habits Dictionary'? I have always thought that the only purpose of this book is to cooperate with parents' crappy education methods - and at the same time, it can also know more accurately how to win their favor and rewards." Anne asked in confusion, "Then what do we do with it? Use it to send fire signals to the witches?" "If I were you, Miss Anne, I wouldn't do this?" The voice sounded dull and dull. Dumbness is not caused by chocolate. "It's me. You can call me by my second page name - 'Annie, Purple Vine Class at Beetle Elementary School' - or by my official name - Jordan College Press, third edition, 300,000 copies. , "How to Inspire Children's Good Habits Dictionary", Smart Parents Series..." From the chaotic words, Anne finally figured out who was speaking - it was actually the book in her hand - she was surprised The ground covered his open mouth. "Chocolate, it talked. Oh my god, it's unbelievable!" Annie expressed how surprised she was at this moment towards a rabbit turned into a talking paper. "In fact, every book can talk, but people are becoming less and less willing to listen. - My grandfather was made into a "Bible", and my uncle was printed into a book about securities. book, it ranked second on last year’s best-seller list.
"The book stood up in Anne's palm, and she nodded politely at the title page, and continued to introduce herself to her family, "I am made from a cedar tree in this forest (maybe also contain a little bit of Indian blood) , there is no one more familiar to me here. " At this point, the third edition dictionary finally thought of the mission it was called out for. It regretfully buried the story of its cousin in its memory. This is a bizarre story that is difficult to describe in type and print. , - Its cousin comes from a rubber tree. It is quiet by nature, does not like the sun, and looks like an old yew tree. It was later made into a pipe by cultural relic dealers and sold to Petroleum at a good price. King, the oil tycoon used it throughout his life, although he often said it had a very familiar and high-end tire smell. "I want to find the forest witch, please help me." "The little girl was not sure whether coquettishly reading her own book would have any effect, but she still politely pulled the dog-eared corners on the pages of the third edition dictionary (she began to feel ashamed that she had not cherished them so much in the past, and always quickly removed them. They are dog-eared) "Of course I'll be happy to oblige. "The dictionary turned over the pages loudly, "Knowledge can always solve all problems. ——Now I want to fly. "A gust of wind suddenly blew behind Anne, and the book was rolled up into the air. The pages spread out with a crash, flying messily in the air for a long time. This was long enough for a book to turn into a paragraph. It was a long staircase, and before it completely turned into a staircase (one cannot speak freely on a staircase), the third edition dictionary left a sentence: "At the end of the staircase is the witch's home, and she is the most powerful witch." Race, Pumpkin Witch. "For the first time, little Annie hoped that the book would not disappear from her eyes. Well, at least at this time, she was inevitably uneasy about the big man she had never met. She stole her grandma's apple and got an ugly exam. She didn't suffer so much unless the two things happened at the same time (it did happen once or twice, Anne stuck out her tongue) "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side. "Chocolate jumped on Anne's shoulder again, hung Anne's long hair with its little paws, and flew to the other shoulder like a monkey. With the help of books and knowledge, Anne also came to a wooden door smoothly. . There is a dying pumpkin lantern hanging next to this ancient wooden door. Behind the lantern is half a spider web with complex patterns. There are also several motionless spiders with broken legs hanging on the web. Eight of them are open. The stern eyes seemed to be asking, "Little girl, who are you?" What are you doing here? "I'm Annie, and I'd like to meet Mrs. Pumpkin Witch." "Anne swallowed several times, and she grabbed the chocolate tightly. The latter also raised its fur nervously, and her little eyes stared at the wooden door warily. The wooden door creaked open, and the dust it woke up was enough to wake up in the ocean. A new continent was filled in. This was an empty room, the whole room was painted golden, there was nothing worth mentioning except a row of large cabinets, and there was no pumpkin witch. Her tone quickly grew bolder, and she came to the front of the cabinet. Although Choco tried her best to hint that the next move might be impolite, she quickly picked out several glass bottles with bright and beautiful liquids from the cabinet and shook them. , sniffed. "This bottle is the magic potion that makes the stone speak. The red bottle you took earlier is the truth potion. The long test tube you are going to hide contains the spring of life, which can turn the skeleton into a fat man. . "A faint voice came from behind Anne, which scared Anne so much that she almost dropped a flask of green liquid. "I haven't had any guests here for a long time, especially creatures with earthy smells, - Welcome, little human girl.
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Anne, who had done something wrong, was so shy that she covered her eyes, but she couldn’t help but peek through her fingers: The Pumpkin Witch had a huge pumpkin on her head. It was even heavier, so that in order to prevent the witch from directly covering her head with it, she had to tilt her head back at a forty-five degree angle, and she had to carry her fluffy head lightly when walking. skirt; the Pumpkin Witch's tutu is one of the weirdest styles Anne has ever seen, except that it smells like soap locust (Anne has always believed that witches do not need to bathe. In the confused stage of six to seven years old, she (My dream is to be a witch). The white skirt is covered with long and pointed pumpkin leaves, some light green and some dark green, like a showroom. They are neatly formed in a circle; The scarf that matches the style and color is also green, with green beetle spots, and it looks suspiciously like it is made of pumpkin vines; overall, even without the pumpkin makeup on her face, the Pumpkin Witch is like all witches As the name suggests, people have no taste. "I smell a familiar scent from you. It belongs to a friend I haven't seen for a long time. "Because she always raised her head, the witch in the swamp pointed her nostrils at the two guests, and she sniffed the chocolate even more vigorously. "The winter moon created me, Mrs. Pumpkin Witch. "Chocolate also didn't forget to introduce Annie, "The person traveling with me is called Annie, a magical magician who can turn into a winged key. "In order to make herself suitable for this introduction, Anne also raised her head and pointed her nostrils towards the owner of the pumpkin house. The Pumpkin Witch did not have any special emotions or actions after listening to the little rabbit's introduction. The tip of her nose was like a flag. He raised his head high and stared at the high ceiling, as if all the answers were written on the pumpkin roof. "I already know the moon's affairs very well, but I can't help her. "The Pumpkin Witch really understood Anne's intention, "The giant's power also frightened the witch. "But fear cannot be the interface to bravery, - Mrs. Pumpkin Witch, we need your help." "Anne threw aside her shyness and fought hard. "Hey. "In order to express her praise, the Pumpkin Witch finally glanced at Anne with her eyes. In order to complete this action, she had to bend back and said, "Brave little girl, this is not the reason why I don't go, - but I have to Staying in the forest, in addition to preventing the wild beasts in the forest from going crazy, I also have to take care of a family of wild swans that have just moved here to spend the winter. "Anne listened to the adults' excuses with her mouth flat, waiting for the turning point "but--" from their mouths. "But--," the witch seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts, her face turned red, "Now I think of it We came up with a good idea, we can steal the giant's key instead of conjuring a key. Annie, you are small enough that the giant can't see you. What's even more valuable is that you are brave enough. "As we expected, Anne, whose nose grew longer under the witch's compliment, took on a new task and started a new adventure. The Pumpkin Witch planted a seed outside the window (taken from her pumpkin hat), and it was planted on the ground. Soon a pumpkin car grew. Then the witch planted another seed, and immediately a thick and long bean vine stretched towards the sky. "This is what I won in a bet with the Pea Witch." "The Pumpkin Witch continued, "Go into the pumpkin box with your friends. It will take you to the Sky Giant along this bean vine avenue. "Anne took advantage of the gap when the pumpkin cart grew its fourth wheel, took back the third edition dictionary, and obtained some strange potions and mushrooms that could make giants sleep with Mrs. Pumpkin's permission. The dangerous adventure is ready.