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Barbara Petrie 3 harbouring fancy plans like the Big Bad Wolf in Little Red Riding Hood? Clover pondered. She knew there were animals that seemed human— if only they could speak. And she thought that some people had memory links with animals from the primitive past. She looked sideways at Lowan—at that moment it was difficult to tell what he was thinking. Did he know about werewolves? He must know something; after all he lived in that isolated farmhouse near the bottom of the road. But Lowan Tallow said nothing. Perhaps later, she thought, seeing him about, she’d ask. ‘Yes you can look over my land,’ said Tim. ‘I’ll be on my way then—thanks for the tea.’ The visitor was already up from his chair. Φ Clover didn’t want to ask her parents about werewolves—she was too proud of her ability to solve things herself. Her mother had grown up in the city, and while she had a good general knowledge—and this without reading books, though she read the newspaper every day, front to back— Clover was doubtful she’d know anything about werewolves. That evening she overheard Tim telling Maeve the story of the missing possum and he’d laughed (though Mum hadn’t). Dad’s laugh was only a half-laugh, a chuckle, almost. Whenever her father was confronted with anything out of the ordinary, Clover reckoned, he laughed a bit. It was not unusual for him to chuckle at the end of any conversation concerning some odd or lone person living in the district—or even beyond—he knew the countryside as far away as Glentui and Journey’s End. But he knew especially the locals who helped out at harvest time. His laugh would peter out into a grin. And if Dad was a careful trusted person who listened well and kept to the facts, he also engaged in storytelling, he liked to tell a yarn. Φ

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