What big arms you have. All the better to hug you with. Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave the kiss she owed him. What big teeth you have! She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamor of the forest’s Liebestod, but the wise child never flinched, even when he answered: All the better to eat you with. The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat. She laughed at him full in the face, she ripped off his shirt for him and flung it into the fire, in the fiery wake of her own discarded clothing. The flames danced like dead souls on Walpurgisnacht and the old bones under the bed set up a terrible clattering, but she did not pay them any heed.
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