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mouth of the cave, chuckled and grinned.
"They are always here," she said.
Sunrise turned on her fiercely.
"Are you, too, against me?" he cried. "Faugh—you have a bow and arrows. Use them."
"The next time they come," said his mother in a conciliating voice, "I will use the bow and the arrows."
But she did not. Nor the next time—nor the next time—nor the next.
