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[_purple_crayon]

Wolf and Harold's been hanging out in room ten before going out and facing the day.

Harold is on the floor drawing birds and puppies, and Wolf is doing Wolf-ish things.

All of a sudden Harold notices a piece of paper. Harold, being the curious toddler type, gets up and picks it up. Of course, the little squiggly things inside didn't mean much

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[notjustananimal]

Looking up, Wolf takes the paper. "Mmm? You, huh," he chuckles, and starts reading.

...

"Well then. That might explain some things."

[_purple_crayon]

Harold looks up at him and then at the squiggly lines.
He tries to crawl up into Wolf's lap. "What say 'bout Harold?"

[notjustananimal]

"Well..."

...How is he going to explain this? Should he explain it? Does he need to talk to Virginia before? How much should Harold be told?

Wolf needs to think about this. It's a lot to think about. But he can do it. He's smarter than he seems.

Harold should know some of it. Not all of it. Some of it. More of it after Wolf talks with Virginia. Yes.

Wolf picks up Harold, settling him into his lap. "Hey, pup, where's your crayon?"

[_purple_crayon]

Harold pulls it out from the pocket of his overalls, and shows it to Wolf proudly. "My crayon!!"

"I draw things." He demonstrates for Wolf by drawing a puppy. Harold likes puppies.
Said puppy begins to lick Harold in the face and then Harold begins to giggle and squee lots.