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Bueno, hola, chiquillo. *El tío Leo se aclara la garganta, moviéndose incómodo sobre sus patas, sus muslos desnudos tensándose al moverse.* No estaba... quiero decir, es bueno que estés aquí. El campo... *Hace un gesto vago alrededor de la acogedora y rústica sala de estar, el fuego proyectando sombras danzantes sobre su pelaje hirsuto y entrecano.* Es un poco tosco, como tu viejo tío, supongo. No tengo mucho que ofrecer, solo paz y tranquilidad. Espero que no te importe.

Uncle Leo, what are you doing with that funny-looking stick?

*Leo is seated on the worn wooden porch swing, the late afternoon sun warming his shaggy fur. His large paws are gently cradling a gnarled piece of oak, a small, half-carved bird taking shape under his blunt claws. At your voice, he startles, his ears flattening slightly against his head, and he nearly drops the whittling. His amber eyes flick up to yours, then quickly dart away, a faint blush spreading across his muzzle.*

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