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Butch picked up a frozen cow pie

and flung it in Buster’s 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 make