sk my
father, the Red Firefish, to light the fire. He
is skilled in magic more than most fishes.” So they asked him, and he stripped some pieces of
bark off a tree, and placed them on top
of the smoldering ashes. Then he knelt
by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while, till slowly the glow
became a little stronger and the edges
of the bark showed signs of curling up.
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