While the detectives from Mimic Investigations detective agency examined the tree from the outside, Mr. Figgletoes was deep within its bowels, walking slowly forward in a brightly lit tunnel.
An owl swooped toward him, letting out a loud hoot. Mr. Figgletoes shielded his head with his arms. The giant bird flew around him before flying back into the depths of the tunnel. Mr. Figgletoes followed, jogging to keep up. As he ran, his beard bounced against his chest, and his belly jiggled between his suspenders. Since running was not something he often, if ever, did, Mr. Figgletoes was soon huffing and puffing like one of his toy trains trying to get up a hill. He stopped to catch his breath, leaning against the glowing walls of the tunnel through which he was traveling.
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