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| Next year take a rubber snake with you and place it in the woodpile. Might as well have a little fun.  |
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Baroque Bloke

| When I was a kid, my folks had a vacation cabin on Lake of the Ozarks (MO). Dogs frequently came home with a copperhead bite, and I was scared to death of them. When I went out at night, I’d carefully shine a flashlight where my next step would fall in the carpet of scrub oak leaves. One afternoon some guys called me over to see a copperhead that they’d killed. In broad daylight, with the snake dead, it took a while for me to make it out – it was so well camouflaged. After that, I quit trying so hard to see them. If the snake wanted to get me, it would.
Serious about crackers. |
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