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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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