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And thus the journey ended. But the travellers lived on. Every one of them
became rich and successful in the new country.
The Centipede was made Vice-President-in-Charge-of-Sales of a high-class
firm of boot and shoe manufacturers.
The Earthworm, with his lovely pink skin, was employed by a company that
made women’s face creams to speak commercials on television.
The Silkworm and Miss Spider, after they had both been taught to make nylon
thread instead of silk, set up a factory together and made ropes for tightrope
walkers.
The Glowworm became the light inside the torch on the Statue of Liberty, and
thus saved a grateful City from having to pay a huge electricity bill every year.
The Old-Green-Grasshopper became a member of the New York Symphony
Orchestra, where his playing was greatly admired.
The Ladybird, who had been haunted all her life by the fear that her house was
on fire and her children all gone, married the Head of the Fire Department and
lived happily ever after.
And as for the enormous peach stone – it was set up permanently in a place of
honour in Central Park and became a famous monument. But it was not 
only
a
famous monument. It was also a famous house. And inside the famous house
there lived a famous person –

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JAMES HENRY TROTTER
himself.
And all you had to do any day of the week was to go and knock upon the
door, and the door would always be opened to you, and you would always be
asked to come inside and see the famous room where James had first met his
friends. And sometimes, if you were very lucky, you would find the Old-Green-
Grasshopper in there as well, resting peacefully in a chair before the fire, or
perhaps it would be the Ladybird who had dropped in for a cup of tea and a
gossip, or the Centipede to show off a new batch of particularly elegant boots
that he had just acquired.

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Every day of the week, hundreds and hundreds of children from far and near
came pouring into the City to see the marvellous peach stone in the Park. And
James Henry Trotter, who once, if you remember, had been the saddest and
loneliest little boy that you could find, now had all the friends and playmates in
the world. And because so many of them were always begging hhn to tell and
tell again the story of his adventures on the peach, he thought it would be nice if
one day he sat down and wrote it as a book.
So he did.
And 
that
is what you have just finished reading

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