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was begging for another apple. “Not

now, Cashmere,” I said, turning to

look at him. “I need to find . . .”

I stopped. He had my hammer in

his mouth. “Okay, Cashmere,” I said,

“bring me the hammer.”

He responded by backing up and

curling up his lips like he was

laughing. “Cashmere, seriously, I

have work to do. Give me my

hammer.”

He whinnied like he was saying,

“Come and get it.”

I dropped the wire and tossed the

staple back in the bucket. I started

walking toward him, and he started

backing up. I increased my speed,

and just as I was almost to him, he

flipped around and took off with my

hammer still in his mouth.

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