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them mad. So I pointed at Dingo, who had turned
around in his hole and seemed to be laughing. “Dingo
did. Ain’t neither of you hit the dog from this
distance.”

They both sheepishly turned to look at the dog.
We refilled their buckets, and by the time they had
worked their way through them, the score was Buster 3,
Butch 2, wall 47. At the end of five more sets of
buckets, Butch’s and Buster’s scores had changed little,
but the wall looked like it had been painted in rotten
potato yellow. Suddenly, just as Butch wound up to
throw one of the last potatoes from his bucket, the back
door of the house flew open, and there stood Granny.
“What in tarnation are ya throwin’ those stinkin’, rotten
things at the house fer?”

Butch already had his arm in forward motion and
tried to stop it, but it only turned the potato, wobbling it
to one side. The potato smashed Granny right in the
face. We all stood there, frozen in place, as the big

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