The little girl with the red shoes pulled back the curtain and told the man behind it, “It’s time to go home!”
“But!” said the man. “But!” He was unaccustomed to having people see his face. And this was not how the story was supposed to go.
“It’s time to go home!” the girl said again. She was a sturdy thing of about ten or eleven, with bright blue eyes and hair that looked like it would never stay in a ponytail. “You look silly back there, and no one believes that thing about the wizard.”
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