This is a fairy tale.
Very everyday, no theme.
About a girl who may not be brave enough but always wants to be brave.
There are many private settings and no logic.
Decline all further investigation.
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In the village on the other side of the mountain, there was a little girl named Vera.
She loved white dandelions and mushroom soup sizzling in the pot on rainy days.
She has unremarkable but romantic parents and a playmate who is always nagging.
She also has witch-like green eyes and a cat friend who lives next door.
"Anyway, Vera is indeed a lovable child." Grandma Vera, who lives on the mountain, said with a smile, "It's just that I think-"
"She is the bravest!"
Vera added eagerly as she poured the fruits she had just picked from the mountains onto the plate.
But then maybe-
Only Mr. "Shan" knows the truth.
Purpose: Love life
