XD I'm glad! <3
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He wasn't completely sure how he had done it, but Gotham was quite pleased to have made his father laugh in such a way. With a grin, he listened to the answer to his second question, contemplating it carefully as Kansas spoke. He had never really imagined that life was different for everyone, and indeed had never even thought about such deep topics. "Shigawsh!" he exclaimed again, looking at the books. Partly this cry was used to show that he was impressed by this new idea, but mostly it was because Gotham figured that it was this word that had made his father laugh. The boy liked it when others laughed, especially when it was someone he loved.
Still stopped in the hallway, he asked again, "Papà, do wolfs write books?" And if they did, would their stories go along these ones? Or would there be a separate wolf library? His eyes were wide as he peered back again. Wolves must have many thoughts and ideas, too, if everyone really did experience life differently. Maybe when Gotham learned to write he could write a story about dragonflies and Cool Princesses!
The pup stayed close to his father's side as they turned the corner, still not feeling completely comfortable. Who knew what was around the corner! But it must have been what they were looking for, because it was colorful and there were stuffed animals, and most important, his father gestured for him to go ahead. The boy bounded towards the cozy little area, ending his little trip with a bounce onto a very large teddy bear. Turning and perching his bum upon one of the bear's legs, he looked at his father and exclaimed, "Yay, we found it!" It was little more than seconds before he was up again, wagging his tail and sniffing at a stack of books. He turned to one that sat on the floor by itself, face up and with a giant red dog on the cover. Gotham smiled at it, finding Clifford's face quite nice and cute, and asked, "There is a dog on this one! Did a dog write it?"
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