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Old Dead Stump "You ol' danged fool! Its not a moose!" the ancient cogitator railed, "Can you not see the dragon's wings extruded where the trunk had failed?" "It ain't no a dragon, you old stump," his gray and wrinkled comrade cries, "Those are his antlers, in the roots. Can you not see his moose-like eyes?" And so these antique pair remained until the afternoon wore old. A carver's eye they shared in kind, but different visage each would hold. While on the quarrel's death grip held, a man of thirty five approached, He caught the conversation's drift, and smiling, gave the two reproach: "You two, you are a silly sight, to stomp and wave and fume and grump: You tilt at windmills, grasp at smoke, and all for what? An old dead stump!" The elder duo shared a grin, a knowing look between them caught, "Young man," one said, "an 'old dead stump's' the ONLY thing that thing is NOT." Dan Giles |
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