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“Hey, knock it off! You don’t have to march like that,” said the squirrel.

“Oh, sorry…” said Hobgoblin uncertainly. They left his mud hut and headed for the forest. Not sure how to march correctly, Hobgoblin took deep knee bends with his elbows fixed at right angles.

“Stop it!” said the squirrel, jabbing him in the back.

“I don’t know how to march!” wailed Hobgoblin, afraid she was going to scrub him at any moment.

The squirrel stopped and let out an irritated groan. Gesturing with the scrub brush, she explained: “You don’t have to march march. It’s a figure of speech. Just walk normally into the forest and head northeast. I’ll direct you where to go.”