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Thought you took your woolen scarf
Meredee returned to the house shivering from the cold.
I thought you took your woolen scarf, said her Grandma Bold.
I did, she said, but her teeth were shaking, her fate sealed.
Look here grandma, said her daughter, staring out into the field.
Outside was a tiny Scottish calf, with woolen scarf around his neck you see.
I had to protect my baby Doug, said Meredee. He needed it more than me.
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Caren Krutsinger
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