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When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday--What was that?"
One day while poor Kwan-yin was picking up brushwood in the forest she heard a tiger making his way through the bushes.
I was on the point of stepping boldly out into the room when a slight noise behind me warned me back into the shadows of a recess in the corridor.
Mother, son, dog and cat--all enjoyed themselves to their hearts' content.
