"Look, there's one more present!" Kaysa pointed at the lumpy package.

Gloria raised her eyebrow at the unfamiliar wrapping paper. She shot a glance at Mo. Mo shook his head and shrugged.

"Wait a second, baby," Gloria said.

Too late. Kaysa had already torn the paper. "Sorry, Mama."

A winged imp unfolded itself from the torn paper.

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