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Now, don’t laugh!” the wolf grinned, showing a fine set of wolf-like gnashers. “I’m still young at heart, and who doesn’t enjoy a fairytale, eh?”
The children exchanged a glance. Billy knotted his eyebrows, and said,
“So, Grandma! Tell us our mom’s name!”
“Well, now,” said the wolf. “That’d be Ariana!”
“Correct!” Billy said, unsmiling. He imagined he was Mr. Brindley from his senior school.
“And how about my birthday?” whispered Stella, wide-eyed.
“Now then, my pretty little Sagittarius. Let me see!
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