“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.
" Where are you from, Pig?” Robert asked when he saw me close the gate. “ I went to buy a camera,” I said. “ Why?” “ To take photos of ...
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