Witch Cooks Something Up! @GruffaloWorld: Compilation

And long ginger hair which she wore in a plait. The witch grinned as they sat on their broomstick and flew through the wind. But how the witch wailed and how the cat spat when the wind blew so wildly it blew off the hat. Take that. One snowy night when the Gruffalo snored. The Gruffalo's child was feeling bored. The Gruffalo's child was feeling brave so she tiptoed out of the Gruffalo cave. The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild. Into the wood went the Gruffalo's child. A trail in the snow. Whose is this trail? And where does it go? Give me your pastries and puddings. Puddings? No. Give me your chocolate and cake. Bye. For I am the rat of the highway. The highway. Highway. Yes. Yes. I am the rat of the highway. And whatever I want I take. I have no cakes. The rabbit replied. I just have a bunch of clover. The highway rat gave a scornful look but he ordered. Oh hand it over. This clover is bound to be tasteless. Oh this clover is dull as can be. I am the rat of the highway and this clover belongs to me. Or biscuits. A squirrel came bounding along the road then stopped with a shake and a shiver. For reigning his horse was the highway rat who thundered. Stand and stand and deliver. Give me your buns and your biscuits. Give me your chocolate eclairs. For I am the rat of the highway. The highway. The highway. Good day. My name is Gadabow. Sir Gadabow the Great. I've come to rescue Princess Pearl. I hope I'm not too late. Zog breathed fire and beat his wings. You can't. She's mine he roared. No she's not yelled Gadabow and waved his trusty sword. The other dragons crowded round and watched them all agog. Who was going to win the fight? Sir Gadabow or Zog? And Princess Pearl stepped forward crying. Stop. You silly chumps. The world's already far too full of cuts and burns and bumps. Don't rescue me. I won't go back to being a princess and prancing around the palace in a silly frilly dress. I want to be a doctor and travel here and there listening to people's chests and giving them my care. This is the trail of the tiny snail. A silvery trail that looped and curled and said. Lift wanted around the world. This is the whale who came one night when the tide was high and the stars were bright. Back whale. Immensely long who sang to the snail a wonderful song of shimmering ice and coral caves and shooting stars and enormous waves. And this is the tale of the humpback whale. He held it out of the starlit sea and said to the snail. Come sail with me. This is the sea. So wild and free. Mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good. Where are you going to little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house. It's terribly kind of you fox but no. No. No see I'm I'm going to have lunch with uh Gruffalo. Ruffalo? What's a Gruffalo? Hello. Why didn't you know? No. He has terrible tusks and uh terrible claws and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws. Where are you meeting him? Here. Here by these rocks. And his favorite food is roasted fox.