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Grandma's Stories
He let his own side beat him and leave him bleeding at the gate, because that was the plan.
The crows and the owls were at war, and the crows were losing.
The trouble was the dark. Owls see at night. Crows do not. Every night the owls came, and every morning there were fewer crows.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.