Thomas Kinkade Autumn Snow

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who . . . well, suppose there was a wolf that changed into a wolfman at the full moon, and a woman that changed into a wolfwoman at the full moon . . . you know, approaching the same shape but from opposite directions? And they’d met. What do you tell them? Do you let them sort it out for themselves?’ ‘Oook, ‘ said the Librarian, instantly.
‘It’s tempting.’
‘Oook.’
‘Mrs Cakethe city . . . of a sudden, like unto a rush of creatures . . . men followed them and behold, there was a new city outside the walls, a city as of merchants’ booths wherein the carts ran” . . .’ He turned the page.
‘It seems to say . . .’
I still haven’t understood it properly, he told wouldn’t like it, though.’‘Eeek oook.’‘You’re right. You could have put it a little less coarsely, but you’re right. Everyone has to sort things out for themselves.’He sighed, and turned the page. His eyes widened.‘The city of Kahn Li,’ he said. ‘Ever heard of it? What’s this book? “Stripfettle’s Believe-It-Or-Not Grimoire.” Says here . . . “little carts . . . none knew from where they came . . . of such great use, men were employed to herd them and bring them into himself. One-Man-Bucket
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