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Elfie's protest brought a smile to Elwood's face. He wished he knew everything -- even after six years on this earth, and almost five of them spent here in the Teekon Wilds, he had a wealth of knowledge on many subjects but was still far from being privy to the deepest, darkest secrets of life. But it was a testament to childish wonder and innocence to hear Elfie proclaim that his grandfather was that wise, and it warmed his heart.

"Your imagination is in here," he replied, first tapping Elfie's forehead with his paw, "and here." He then poked the boy gently in the chest, indicating his heart. "With your imagination, you can pretend to be or do anything. So even though I think we've figured out that wolves can't fly, you can pretend to, if you want."

With that, he suddenly leapt away from his grandson, taking a few large, graceful bounds. "Like this! I'm flying!" he said, demonstrating with as graceful of a pirouette as his old joints would allow.