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👣 The caretakers ❤
As the mammal nadded in fear and panic, the baby drop along with the note, blanket, and stuffed dragon her mother had packed. Little Flutter laid in the cold snow as she cried loudly hoping someone would picked her up or feed her. Minutes upon minutes went by as the babe's cries got louder and louder. To her luck an old man with a staff had been walking by. He grasped the small girl and her things as he wrapped her in her scarf. "poor darling, why would anyone leave a child out in this weather?" he asked himself. The kind old wizard sighed greatly as he ventured on with the baby in his arms. Gandalf, paused for a moment as he unfolded the burned paper reading, ' Dear whom ever shall find my babe, please take good care of this child. She is the last of her kind. The child is dragon blooded, her name is flutter. Please take care of my baby girl.
~ Mrs. Violet Crescent"
