Snail is on the move ‪@GruffaloWorld‬: Compilation

This is the bell on the school in the bay, ringing the children in from their play. This is the teacher holding her chalk, telling the class... Sit straight. Don't talk. This is the board as black as soot. And this is the snail with the itchy foot. The teacher turns pale. This is the trail of the tiny snail, a silvery trail, saying... Save the whales! These are the children running from school, calling the firemen, digging a pool, squirting and spraying to keep the whale cool. I'm not a poo stick. Why can't they see? I'm Stickman. I'm Stickman. I'm Stickman. That's me. And I'm heading away from the family tree. Stickman is swimming. He swims on and on. Stickman! Stickman! Beware of the swan! A twig, says the swan. This twig is best. It's the right kind of twig to weave into my nest. I'm not a twig. Why can't they see? I'm Stickman. Stickman. I'm Stickman. That's me. Madam Dragon ran a school many moons ago. She taught young dragons all the things that dragons need to know. Zog, the biggest dragon, was the keenest one by far. He tried his hardest every day to win a golden star. All the dragons in year one were learning how to fly. Up in the sky. Now that you've been shown, you can practice on your own. And you'll all be expert flyers by the time you're fully grown. Zog went off to practice. Flying fast and free. Holy... The crow is flapping through the night. Everyone looks up in fright. They see him perch upon an oak. And listen to his dreadful croak. Superworm is good to eat. Superworm's a special treat. He'll be juicy, fat and firm. Hip, hip, hooray for Superworm. Action! Quickly! At the double! Superworm's in frightful trouble. We must help him, if we can. We must hatch a cunning plan. Modern creatures leave their home carrying a honeycomb. But here comes a little one out of his house. Not big, not bad. But a mouse at least. You'll taste good as a midnight feast. Before you eat, there's a friend of mine. That you ought to meet. If you'll let me hop onto a... ... hazel twig, I'll beckon my friend... ... so bad, big. The Gruffalo's child unclenched her fist. The big, bad mouse. So he does exist? The mouse hopped into the hazel tree. He beckoned, then said... Just wait and see. Out came the moon. It was bright and round. A terrible shadow fell onto the ground.