Re: The ULTIMATE SDUG Guitar Poll !!!!!!!
Deep in the woodlands, the upside-down elves silently watched the goings-on below in the dell. Pixies sat in the trees as the wind rustled the leaves around them. There was something unusual afoot in the glades, and although they couldn't be certain what it was, they knew that Dora The Explorer would soon arrive and make everything right. The woodland folk had seen many unusual things, so they held their positions and stayed eerily silent. Only the keenest of eyes would have ever seen them.
Soon, Dora would come, and there would be singing and dancing. Oh how the glades would rustle, and even old Badger would emerge from his dark cave, smoking his pipe and lighting up the woodlands with the wise twinkle from his eyes, magnified through his little spectacles. Only here in the far-flung and forgotten corners of the forest was the silence the most remarkable thing. Even the usual feasting on nuts and berries had ceased, or at least been temporarily deferred while every eye peered through the leaves, from the mouths of caves and the boughs of the mighty trees.
Verily, t'was indeed the time when the power of the silence ruled the woodland. Even Dora herself would arrive quietly, knowing what might be to come. Of course she would be smiling and the elves and the pixies would acknowledge her only with their winks and twinkling eyes. Only Dora would see them, and only they would see Dora. Old Badger would see everything of course, and what his eyes couldn't see, he would know anyway.
And in their hearts of hearts, they would patiently await the moment when they would run into the clearing, and Dora would exclaim "WE DID IT!" and the music would begin and they would all dance just like Dora, long into the night, with the joyous abandon that only they could bestow upon such a time. Oh, how they danced !
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