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to laugh. I had never seen an animal
that was such a prankster.
I let go of the wire and started
walking slowly to him, knowing he
would spill all of the staples if he
dropped the bucket. “Okay,
Cashmere, give me my bucket of
staples.”
Cashmere kept backing away.
When I was almost up to him, I
lunged for the bucket. He spun as he
had before and took off across the
pasture with the bucket in his mouth.
He kept his head turned to the side as
he ran so the swinging bucket didn’t
hit his long legs. I knew very well
what was going to happen, and ran
after him. Sure enough, after about
75 yards he dropped the bucket as he
thundered on his way. When the
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