When the sun set, while I was sleeping in my bed, there was a door knock.
“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 the angry voice of the wolf, then I heard it going back to the forest.
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