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didn’t even bother getting one myself. Most likely, if I
had truly aimed for Dingo, I would have missed, so I
decided to quit while I appeared to be such a great shot.

Dingo dashed into a small hole under the house.
The hole was between the back door and an open
window where the curtains were flapping gently back
and forth in the breeze. The hole was small enough that
Dingo couldn’t get all of himself in it and had to leave
something exposed. Butch let a potato fly, and it
missed. We watched it smash against the wall of the
house. Buster chanted, “Butch has a rubber arm. Butch
has a rubber arm.”

Butch sputtered, “Yeah, well you ain’t hit ’im
yet.”

Buster grinned. “Watch this.” He walked up just
a few feet from where Dingo was hiding and nailed
Dingo right in the backside.

“Sure,” Butch said. “You get within inches and
hit him. That’s ’cause you couldn’t hit the broadside of

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