Only Lily clapped her hands vigorously: "Miss is amazing!"
Verna took a deep breath for the second time: "Heave-ho!" The bone ball shrank by another twenty feet!
Inhale—"Heave-ho!"
The bone ball was now only about four feet in size, just right to go with the big pot.
Verna loosened her hand and sat down on the ground, kicking her legs: "I'm so tired and starving! I want to eat!"
As soon as she mentioned eating, she seemed to regain her energy, set up the stove, placed the big pot on it, dragged the Alpha Wolf over to process it, and then looked pitifully at the elderly Santa: "Grandpa Santa, how do we make fire without firewood?"
Owen Bertram shivered secretly, when did this damned girl learn to use a tweezer vowel?
Santa's beard twitched a few times - what else could he do? With such a strange and lovely little granddaughter, he could only spoil her. To think that he, a dignified one, had become a fire husband for a little girl.
