Francesca Tronchin

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One week, there was real meat, with a cat’s face on the tin and writing in some Eurasian tongue. A girl suggested it was made of cats, but the opinion of those who believed the cat was only a mascot prevailed, and the children ate it without a qualm. All the food—the acorns as well as the catmeat—could only be consumed on the premises by the children themselves.
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