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upon a time, in an old square house on the edge of a tiny wood, close
to an enormous forest lived a strange curly haired little girl who loved
to climb trees, tame ferocious dragons and befriend pixies.
This odd little girl would spend her days rummaging through the hedgerows seeking treasure in the form of old disused , and frankly flea-ridden birds nests which she would collect and keep in her bedroom all the while imagining the feathered family that once occupied them.
On rainy days she liked nothing more than staying indoors (which was fine because, as everyone knows, goblins and dinosaurs don't rampage in the wet) and create tiny creatures from plasticine and draw pictures on every spare ( and sometimes not so spare..) inch of paper she could find.