There was a person called Roy. He was a tin collector. Every night he dreamt he was living in a tropical forest. When he got up; his world remained the same. Therefore, he tried to tidy away the rubbish. Suddenly something flashed. It was a broken lightbulb that caught his eye, then an idea planted itself in his head. Day by Day, his idea grew roots and spouted leaves. Under the old man's hand, a tin forest emerged.
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