She found her grandmother was so sick she had taken to her bed, moaning and shaking so the child guessed she had a fever. She felt the forehead, it burned. She shook out the cloth from her basket, and the wolf’s paw fell to the floor.
But it was no longer a wolf’s paw. It was a hand, chopped off at the wrist. There was a wedding ring on the third finger and a wart on the index. By the wart, she knew it for her grandmother’s hand.

She found her grandmother was so sick she had taken to her bed, moaning and shaking so the child guessed she had a fever. She felt the forehead, it burned. She shook out the cloth from her basket, and the wolf’s paw fell to the floor.

But it was no longer a wolf’s paw. It was a hand, chopped off at the wrist. There was a wedding ring on the third finger and a wart on the index. By the wart, she knew it for her grandmother’s hand.

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