<blockquote>Il était une fois—there was a time when Ti-Jean was very old. His fiddle was long out of tune, and his brothers Cordon-Bleu and Cordon-Vert had moved away. He’d spent the gold the Devil put in his tuque, and the bones of the seven-headed dragon he’d killed were crumbled to dust.
One day, he was sitting by the fire when
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“Wait,” Raccoon says. “Ti-Jean had brothers? There was a seven-headed dragon?”
“Those are Ti-Jean’s other adventures,” I say. “Don’t you know any heritage?”</blockquote>
