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“I’ll tell you all about it, but let’s eat first. I’ve had nothing to eat. Although I was offered some raw squirrel. Canned pudding, that’s what I want. I’ve been dreaming about it.â€�
She hauled out a can and feverishly worked the can opener. She didn’t wait for a dish or spoon, but thrust her hand in and scooped some into her mouth. Then she stood transfixed, overwhelmed by the wonderful sweetness of it.
She was crying when she said, “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten how to be polite. I’ll get you guys your own can.�
Sam hobbled over and scooped some pudding of his own, following her lead. “I’m way past polite myself,â€� he said, although she could see he was a little appalled by her wolfish behavior. She decided then that she liked him.”
― Michael Grant