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he was happy that he had told elke the story, delighted by her reaction to it. "all right," mahler chuffed in contentment, stepping close and gently tossing the snow from his ruff. "do you think ve vill know a reindeer vhen ve see vone?" he grinned, and turned his eyes toward the view from the edge of the solitary mountain, the dizzying colorful gradient of sky to earth and the browngold stretch of grassland below.