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As Curly stepped into the forest, he felt a cool breeze that seemed to welcome him. The tall trees towered over him, their leaves rustling like a soft melody. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a beautiful dappled light on the forest floor. It was as if he had stepped into another world.

The forest was alive with colors he had never seen before. Flowers of every hue bloomed around

him, filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Strange, colorful birds sang from the treetops, their songs echoing through the forest.

Curly walked deeper into the forest, his eyes wide with wonder. He saw creatures he had only seen in his picture books. There were rabbits with coats as white as snow, squirrels with bushy tails chattering away, and even a family of deer that watched him curiously from a distance.