Mr Spudhead calls his friend the arctic tern and flies across the ravine on her back...

Get it? Tern's back... turn back!!!

Well, anyway, Mr Spudhead was across the ravine, and he set off once more along a rough track that led to the East. He walked and walked for what seemed like hours. At one point he had to cross a huge pile of mud. As he walked through it his feet came off, then, while he was trying to extract his feet from the sticky brown mud, his arm came off. Eventually, however, he was on his way.

Another hour later he saw trees ahead, and after another twenty minutes he saw a point where two paths crossed.

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