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Steve heard branches shake behind him, and a rattling hiss. He turned, expecting to find his cat behind him.
Instead, a small man in overalls popped out from the bushes. "Hello there!" he said.
Steve stared at him, the strong and silent type. The man continued smiling and pulled out a hammer and showed it to Steve.
"My name is Bob. I am a builder!" Bob said. "Bob the Builder!"
I am a builder, too, thought Steve. He smiled at Bob and offered him a block of cobblestone. Bob gratefully accepted the cobblestone and began to build.
Steve and Bob worked through the night until they had finished a beautiful base with a tall cobblestone wall around it.
"Great job, buddy," said Bob the Builder. Steve did a little dance of joy to express his gratitude. Suddenly, a rustling came from the bushes behind him. Oh no! It was a creeper!
The creeper stared, menacingly. Steve got in front of his new friend and prepared his sword. The green creature's legs began to move towards them, it's movement horrible and writhing, the slow hiss as it approached a sign of inventible tragedy. Suddenly the creeper approached and Steve drew what he thought to be his final breath, either he braces this pain or their base they worked so hard on would be destroyed. And yet, the creeper bowed it's head in surrender? Steve was confused and he lowered his sword. The creeper had lowered it's head, as if asking to be pet. He stared in confusion before moving to pet it.
Bob the Builder smiled slightly at the wholesome sight, "Looks like he's friendly!". Steve smiled, "So what should we do about him""
"Well..." Bob replied, "There's one thing a base missed, a pet!"
1 year later and Bob relaxes with his friend on the stair-case couch, while their pet sleeps on their bed.
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