He inspected every inch of the culdesac. Sticking his finger in every nook and cranny in the road.
He was fascinated by all the different textures and shapes of the imperfections of the road.
He found treasures everywhere he went.
He threw leaves, crunched leaves, and tore leaves up. There was a slight wind that would cause the leaves to dance down the street. He would run after them trying to catch each one as it moved along.
This was the inspectors mode of transportation.
It had a cool place for storing his treasures.
All in all as Inspector Gavin reflected on his adventures, he had quite a productive day!
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