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Barbara Petrie 9 wide open. From where for instance, would he suddenly produce his tail? Would she be clever enough to catch him in the act of changing from one kind of body to the other? Perhaps that would also be a matter of luck. There could be terrible risks, but as WEREWOLF INVESTIGATOR Clover knew she must act. She would find the culprit who had taken Lowan Tallow’s possum. She would stop such a dreadful thing from ever happening again in the quiet and peaceful township of Loam. It suddenly seemed to Clover that it was best to be clever rather than beautiful or good. Anyway couldn’t goodness come through being clever! She tucked her diary away under the mattress and climbed into bed. Φ Clover dreamed she was in the Valley of the Willows at the place where she’d hidden her tinderbox—a small tin with embossed decoration, once used for striking wax matches, her father had given her. At the foot of an old pine tree she uncovered the tinderbox, opened it and removed a small stick taken from a toetoe plant. Holding the stick aloft she became spellbound. Her fingers went limp. The stick dropped to the ground. Suddenly she saw with great clarity, a small house with a door and two windows and a roof of thatched flax; about the door grew rambling rose-hip bushes ripe with berry-like fruit. The house stood in the centre of a green paddock in the countryside. Away from the house was a hill, and standing quietly by—at its base—was a group of four animals. But soon there was movement: a white goat stepped onto the hill and cavorted along the horizon to the hill’s apex. There it paused before turning its marble-like eyes on the house; the house held its gaze. After a moment of intense looking the goat turned away and in frisky leaps descended the hill. As the goat reached level ground, a lion began traversing the upward slope. His magnificent blonde mane swept aura-like about his head and as he reached the hilltop the sun gave his hair a silver cast. But something was not quite right. Full face, the King of Beasts looked decidedly lopsided—one side of the mane was thinner and dishevelled, detracting

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