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disobediences, Chomley the hedgehog racing

after her to guzzle up the scraps.

Oh, how beautiful the gardens were! Waxy

green holly bushes lined the pathways, so that it

always felt like Christmas. Thick pines and fir trees

rose all around, like something from a picture

book, and the flowerbeds were bursting with

every sort of winter plant and herb imaginable:

snowdrops and white pansies; snapdragons and

turkeybane; Shoveller’s Delight and puff-puff-

mcguffs;inside-out Nigels, wizard-foot, beards of

Persia, frogleytumps, moth-whipper – and many

more besides. Everything sparkled with a layer of

diamond-dusty white, and the only sounds were

the crunching of the snow underfoot and the

soft breeze whispering in the branches.

At length, Princess Snowflake came to a

little wooden bench set back from the path,

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