Where are you going little brown mouse. Come for lunch in my burrow like house.
Its wonderfully good of you fox, but no I'm having lunch with a Gruffalo. His eyes are orange, his tongue is black and he has purple prickles all over his back.
Where are you meeting him
Silly old fox doesn't he know there is no such thing as a Gruffalo.
Here by these rocks and his favourite food is roasted fox.
Roasted fox! I'm off! Goodbye little mouse
A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.
Good, don't call me good, I'm the scariest creature in this wood! Just walk behind me and you'll soon see, everyone is afraid of me.
My favourite food, you'll taste good on a slice of bread.
The fox doesn't want to go to lunch and tells a lie about the Gruffalo. The gruffalo is not real.
Oh help! Goodbye little mouse.
The fox ran away from to hide from Gruffalo that was said to soon arrive.
Well Gruffalo, you see, everyone is afraid of me. But now my tummies beginning to rumble, my favourite food is Gruffalo crumble.
A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. As the mouse was walking he bumped into yet another large creature. His eyes was orange, his tongue was black and he had purple prickles all over his back.
Fox took one look at the Gruffalo and ran away as quick as he can to his burrow like house.
The Gruffalo ran off in fear of being eaten by the mouse.