Witdims
Duke, Michel and Duke’s brothers fell into a bright, sunny atmosphere. All around there was lots of greenery and millions and millions of football stadiums and training pitches.
Michel got himself into a sprint position as he landed on the lush, green grass. He looked up and saw a sign that read ‘Welcome to Planet Football’. Followed by Duke and his brothers, he rushed over to the nearest training pitch.
“Brothers, get sniffing,” Duke said.
“Duke, let’s go ask those guys.”
On the training pitch there were three unshaven, chubby footballers that were sat plucking blades of grass, which they then chewed. The pitch around them was becoming quite bare and muddy.
“Excuse me, have you seen a little boy around here?” Michel asked.
The blonde-haired one stood up and pointed at Miche
