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A border for Uncle Frits and Aunt Coby

It's night, an ideal time to see suspicious shadows when you look out the bedroom window. And that's exactly what Aunt Coby is doing right now. It rains and the water droplets robble rhythmically and rustling against the window glass. Auntie can't sleep well. Uncle Frits has no problem with that, hearing the imperturbable roaring and sawing.

Aunt Coby sighs again and again presses her nose against the window glass. The night world is quiet and wet. Because of the cloudiness and the rain, there is almost nothing to distinguish in the night garden. Or is it? She sees a shadow moving over there now? It's not a human being, it's way too small for that. Time to wake Uncle Frits very carefully.

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