Gamba looked out from behind the curtain at the brilliant final victory over the wolves. Aside from a little mopping up, it was the SaucePan Man who was the decisive blade-- er, pot-- er, utensil-- nevermind. Anyway, the wolves were vanquished, and Cami was getting an award ("Yay, Mom!" Gamba hollered, but it was lost in the hubbub.)
He'd been there long enough. He slipped out into the audience, rounded up his four kids, and they made a quick exit. They objected.
"Come on, we'd had enough excitement. With Piosenniel on the rampage, there's no telling what else will go crazy. We'd better just move on." They found some woods, and Gamba breathed a sigh of relief and headed deeper into the forest.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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