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"Caroline, could you mind the eggs? I need to go into town," Mathilda asked as she gathered up her cloak and bag.
Caroline, who'd been working on her endless mending, nodded and tucked her needle safely away. She'd be less minding the eggs and more minding the fire keeping them warm, but either way it was a break from darning socks and mending tears.
Maybe she'd even read to the eggs. Mathilda almost never read to them.
The fire's heat felt good on her scales as she settled. No need for another log just yet...
"Once upon a time," she began.
