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Two of a Kind 



PLAYING a round of golf the other 

 day I noticed that my caddy — a 

 boy of ten years perhaps — ^would every 

 now and then reach down into his 

 pocket, pull something out, hold it in 

 the hollow of his hand and, while 

 waiting for me to play my shot, study 

 his treasure, whatever it was, with 

 evident interest. Finally I got a 

 glimpse of it — a young toad, very 

 much alive. It wasn't bigger than a 

 good-sized June bug. Asked where he 

 got it, the boy said, "Down near the 

 creek." Asked what he was going to 

 do with it, he replied, "Don't know." 

 By and by a gopher scampered across 

 our path, and disappeared in a hole. 

 The boy followed it, and an idea struck 



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