″‘Good children,’ the wolf begged, ‘pluck some for me.’
‘But Po Po, gingko is magic only when it is plucked directly from the tree. You must come and pluck it from the tree yourself.‘”
″‘Gingko is soft and tender, like the skin of a baby. One taste and you will live forever,’ Shang said, ‘and the nuts grow on the top of the tree just outside the door.‘”
