A woolly mammoth appeared on the pink chair at the opposite side of the table.
“Hi there, my name is Marcie. What’s yours?” the little girl asked.
“I’m just a figment of your imagination,” the mammoth replied.
“Can I call you Wilbur?”
“Okay, Wilbur. I’m gonna make you some tea.”
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