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Edmund grows up distant but he grows up kind, and his hair is like spun yellow gold, and messy, like a thatch of straw. He is strong and able and he loves the wolf but he loves his father too.

One day he is playing a game with the wolf. He is playing hide and seek. He has hidden himself in a wardrobe, and he thinks this very clever, because the wolf cannot quite reach. Even if it knows that he is there, all Edmund must do is stay very still and very quiet and the wolf can never prove its win at hide and seek.

The wolf becomes irritated and then vexed.

It stretches its mouth. It closes it and opens it, as wide as it is allowed. Then it huffs. It puffs. It blows.

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