As a child, whenever there was a phrase in a story such as, "They combed the forest searching for Pooh Bear", an immediate mental image was conjured.
Of a gargantuan comb scraping the countryside,
its teeth raking through leaves,
ripping up grass,
bending trees in half,
uprooting vegetation and small creatures burrowed in the ground,
and eventually,
out would tumble Pooh Bear.
To this day, that image is what I imagine. One day, I'm going to build a giant comb and do it for real.
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