

He looked quickly out over the ice and thought he could see the big, clumsy Groke shuffling along somewhere near the horizon.
He imagined her waiting behind the boulders on the shore. And as he passed through the wood her shadow was silently creeping behind every tree-trunk. The Groke who sat down on every light and bleached every colour.
He looked quickly out over the ice and thought he could see the big, clumsy Groke shuffling along somewhere near the horizon.
He imagined her waiting behind the boulders on the shore. And as he passed through the wood her shadow was silently creeping behind every tree-trunk. The Groke who sat down on every light and bleached every colour.
this is so cool!
this is giving Pixar style