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through a plate glass window.”
It was quite a bit cheaper than the fancy ones but a

bit more than the basic guns. It was the one Grandma
settled on. I could just see the excitement in her eyes as
she thought about pumping a few pellets into the
backside of the next dog that entered her yard.

Grandma purchased a couple of boxes of
pellets—one for practice, and one to “nail their hides to
the wall.” That was where I came in. I got to carry the
pellet boxes home. They were heavy, too. I felt like
my arms were going to stretch about two sizes longer as
we walked. I’m sure we made quite a sight trudging
along, with Grandma in her wide-brimmed garden hat
carrying a gun, and me trudging dutifully alongside,
carrying the ammo. I won’t say we looked like the
Lone Ranger and Tonto, or even like Annie Oakley and
Buffalo Bill, but everyone turned to stare.

We were still a couple of blocks from Grandma’s
house when I finally had to beg Grandma to let me set

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