Franz Marc yellow cow

Franz Marc yellow cowFranz Marc TigerFranz Marc StablesFranz Marc Foxes
don't know," said the first girl.
"They do," said the third, a subdued-looking child cuddling her rabbit daemon. "I heard 'em talking."
"Then they take us. There's about thirty, I reckon."
"More'n that," said the plump girl. "More like forty."
"Except they keep taking us away," said the redhead. "They usually start off with bringing a whole bunch here, and then there's a lot of us, and one by one they all disappear."
"They're Gobblers," said the plump girl. "You know Gobblers. We was all scared of 'em till we was caught...."
Lyra was gradually coming more and more awake. The other girls' daemonsus away one by one and that's all we know. No one comes back," said the redhead."There's this boy, right," said the plump girl, "he reckons-""Don't tell her that!" said the redhead. "Not yet.""Is there boys here as well?" said Lyra."Yeah. There's lots of