I.
A wooden crate arrives at a fruit shop in Moscow. A grocer pries it open expecting oranges.
Out tumbles a small brown creature with ears too big for his head. Nobody knows what he is.
They name him Cheburashka — the one who falls over.
II.
He cracked one open.
Inside was something blue.
He couldn't put it back.
III.
He's been walking for fifty-six years.
He's not in a hurry.
He's bringing it home. Wherever home turns out to be.
IV.
REPLACE_WITH_CA
V.
There's a crocodile waiting.
There's an old woman watching.
The path goes on.
The chat is the campfire.