Somewhere
in the world in the small, silent, cosy cave with alive warm and soft
walls lived a small fluffy pink lump. He was absolutely small, warm and
surprisingly pretty. It was convenient and quiet, soft and worm, joyful
and relible in the cave where the pink lump lived. He woke up, ate,
played, somersaulted, fell asleep again and woke up again... He
somersaulted and floundered in the cave, in the small house as the
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