So they left Harold sitting in the corner of the hut. They didn't talk to him or take him outside anymore. Now and then the doll grunted, but that was all. After a few days, they decided there was nothing to be afraid of. Maybe a mouse or some insects had gotten inside Harold and were making those sounds.
So Thomas and Alfred went back to their old ways. Each morning they put Harold out in the garden, and each night they brought him back into the hut. When they felt playful, they joked with him. When they felt mean, they treated him as badly as ever.
Then one night Alfred noticed something that frightened him. "Harold is growing," he said.
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This fueled my nightmares as a child.
I want to make one.
Don't you dare!
haha
Do it! ...Do it!...Do it! =)
Some Gammell tributes would be a ton of fun.
I remember reading that book to my daughter. That was a good story.
Harold got me as a kid. Both the illustration and the story.
Freddy posing as Harold in his sweater and knives almost sent me to crazy town one night as a 10 year old.
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