“Grandma, is that you?” I asked.
“Yes dear. It's me, your grandma. Open the door,” the outsider said.
“I won't,” I said. “Because I don't have a grandma.”
I heard an angry voice of the wolf, then I heard it going back to the forest.
It has been a few days already since the crow worked in the garden with us. I saw she had her eyebrows tied and she complained but to herse...
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