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One sunny morning, in Whimsy Woods, a jolly woodcutter named Timmy tapped his toes on the forest floor. Chirp, chirp, chirp sang the sparrows, and Timmy whistled a merry tune.
What was Timmy doing in the forest?
Chop, chop, chop went Timmy's shiny axe, as he worked by the shimmering pond. The water sparkled like a sea of diamonds.
What sound did Timmy's axe make?
All of a sudden, whoops-a-daisy! The axe slipped out of Timmy’s hand, taking a tumble into the pond with a 'plop!'
What happened to Timmy's axe?
Timmy frowned and scratched his head. What would he do without it? Just then, the pond shimmered and a wise old frog popped up.
Who appeared from the pond?
"Ribbit, ribbit," croaked the sage amphibian. "Timmy, fear not! For in Whimsy Woods, no axe is ever lost without hope!"
What did the frog say to Timmy?
Glub, glub, glub! The pond rippled and soon surfaced a golden axe, gleaming brighter than the sun. "Is this your axe?" asked the frog.
What surfaced from the pond?
Timmy shook his head and chuckled, "Oh no, my friend! That is far too grand for a simple woodcutter like me!"
How did Timmy respond to the frog?
With a knowing nod, the frog dived again. Glug, glug! Up came a silver axe. "Is this your axe?" the frog quizzed.
What did the frog bring up next?
Timmy's eyes twinkled as he replied, "Thank you, dear frog, but my axe was neither silver nor gold. I must return empty-handed."
What did Timmy say about the silver axe?
Splash! The frog vanished once more. In a blink, out bobbled Timmy’s good old axe, clinking as it hit the shore.
Which axe emerged from the pond last?
Timmy beamed from ear to ear. The frog flashed a froggy smile and said, "You're the truest woodcutter through and through!"
How did the frog describe Timmy?
And whatever happened, the woods remembered Timmy and his true heart, keeping him company with chirps and laughs forevermore.
What did the woods remember about Timmy?