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The Foxglove Hollow Cultural and Historical Museum Welcomes You
Sit and stay a while; you may learn something.
Be a dear and come inside. The wind’s so cold today that it could make a ghost shiver. And you’d best leave those wet boots outside: you never know who will follow in your footprints and try to steal your shadow. Believe me, I’ve seen it before.
Would you like some tea? I’ve just put on a kettle in the back room. You can look around if you’d like. I thought about closing up early today, but Old Stan wouldn’t like that one bit. He gets his money for the ponies from the postcards and coins we sell. Rumor has it he sold both his wedding rings to Mr. Mariner down at the pawn shop. Shame, really, since Stan’s wife was a beauty. She left on a foggy day much like this.
But look around, look around! You might fancy a fox-tail hat to go with that orange coat of yours. Did you know there are legends of nine-tailed foxes? I thought I spotted a cat with two tails once, but the next time I blinked it was just that silly black cat of Mrs. Wichitaw’s. He was a mouser all right. Shame what happened to him too. All the good things in Foxglove Hollow never last, you see.
Ah, there goes the kettle! Let me go get us two mugs. Would you like a cinnamon stick in yours? The added spice is just perfect for a…
