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"Does not work like that, kiddo," Dwin shook her head, because in reality she was not so much a good stroy-teller than simply a wild yarn-spinner. There were ideas that she let out in the world, dressed in, whatever she had had at hand. She did not possess the skill to develop an idea into a good tile with a proper plot, conflict and resolution. 

"Let's go another way round - what you think, might scare a tooth?" she asked, because - first - she also had no idea, what scary story to tell and - second - how else would Frolic learn to train that "story-teller muscle", if she did not start early?