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forward until the ice hit the churning

     blades.  They had no sooner come in


     contact with each other than there was


     a loud clanging of metal and, along

     with slabs of ice, out of the spout came

     chunks of metal.


            Defeated, the truck backed up the


     mile in retreat.  My brothers thought it

     was funny and high-fived each other

     over the thoughts of not going to


     school.  My father, however, felt

     otherwise.  He reminded us that the


     milk truck also could not reach our

     barn to take the milk, for which we


     desperately needed to be paid.

            Upon inspection, the tell tale snake


     line from the hose told volumes.  It was

     quickly surmised that this was not an


     innocent act of nature.  Besides the



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