Quite often he would leave glistening scales in his footsteps. Sometimes I would pick one up and put it in my pocket; then in a little box I kept in the wood-shop.
That iridescent scale would wax and wane with the moon.
Quite often he would leave glistening scales in his footsteps. Sometimes I would pick one up and put it in my pocket; then in a little box I kept in the wood-shop.
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