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direction. It fell far short, and
Buster jumped up and down,
laughing. “You can’t even throw it
far enough. You’re Butch, loser of
the Olympic cow chip toss.”
Soon frozen cow pies were
flying back and forth almost as fast
as insults. Meanwhile, I was
hunting for something to break the
ice, glad I wasn’t in the middle of
their competition.
“Hey, guys, I need to go find an
ax to break this ice,” I said. They
paused their chipathon, so I pointed
at a large brown mound about thirty
feet across. “My dad told me to
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