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          The trail finally led them out of the mountains and into a green valley.  Soon they came to a small and broken village.  The buildings looked abandoned.  Birds nested in the crumbling houses where people had lived.  A once majestic temple was now old and slowly falling apart. The prince began to wonder why anyone would leave such a beautiful place behind.

          But just as he was crossing the bridge, two villagers ran to meet him.

“Please, please, you must help us!” An old lady cried out, reaching toward him. A younger man stood hesitant behind her.

          “What is it that bothers you?” The prince asked.  For he could see the fear in their eyes.

          “A m-m-monster!” The man stammered. “H-he haunts this village.  At night he comes and then during the day he goes back to his cave in the forest.”

          “Oh, how I miss sleeping.” The woman sighed shaking her head. “I am so very tired.”

          “Does this monster have a name?” The prince asked.

          The man almost whispered his response. “They call him Sss-Sticky Hair.”

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