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He dreamed he lived in a jungle full of
wild forest animals. There were colourful
birds, tropical trees, exotic flowers,
toucans, tree frogs and tigers.
But when he awoke, his world outside was
still the same.
One day something caught the old man's
eye and an idea planted itself in his head.
The idea grew roots and sprouted.
Feeding on the rubbish, it grew leaves.
It grew branches.
It grew bigger and bigger.
Under the old man's hand, a forest
emerged. A forest made of rubbish. A
forest made of tin. It was not the forest
of his dreams, but it was a forest just the
same.
