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the little girl-child amused mahler, who had lain down on his belly a bit away. he watched as the babe raced away, stones bulging in her jaws and then clattering down as she sought to gather them up.
coughing to cover a chuckle, the gargoyle crossed paw overtop the other and watched as star exited the den. "your mother is a kind voman," he remarked, wanting to remain unthreatening toward her child. "you like the pebbles?"