Words to be used: salt, melted, brown, giraffe, greasy

Eric the giraffe scattered brown salt across the pavement, leaving a greasy, melted trail of snow behind him. Eric’s nickname was very apt. Giraffe was definitely accurate. His neck and shoulders had stretched out to impossible lengths.

I moved out of the alley as Eric trundled away. I looked up and down the streets lined with market stalls and people selling wooden chopping boards, cheese and plastic toys. I pulled my jacket closer around me, eying each stall owner with a suspicious look. They had to be here somewhere. Someone had to have my precious, ten year old purple trousers.

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