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Jill decided to keep going along the path and soon she came to the top of a fairly steep part of the mountain. She thought she would be able to see more clearly where she was going but.............as she climbed up the last few feet she realised that there was nothing there! The path just dissolved into nothing. She stood for a while looking around her in amazement. She wished her brother Jack was with her. He was always having some kind of adventure and would have a much better idea of what to do. As she stood there, feeling very much alone, she heard a voice
Little girl, oh little girl, look over here
She turned and there, sitting on a mossy tree trunk was a........well, to be honest, she wasn't quite sure what it was.........it looked like some kind of tiny, tiny old man dressed in brightly coloured rags.
S'ok, little girl, I can't hurt you but I can give you some advice
Who are you asked Jill in a very small voice.
My name is Pantouflon and I have lived on this mountain for a very very long time. You really should be getting out of here you know. Trouble is, life being all about choices, as you probably know, I have to give you two choices and then it is up to you.
What are they? Jill's voice was getting smaller and smaller.
Well, you can either:
With that there was a small bang, and an even smaller puff of smoke and Pantouflon was gone!