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exhalted master of his nuts
>A policeman brought four boys before a judge.
>"They were causing an awful lot of commotion at the zoo, your Honor," he
>said.
>"Boys," said the judge sternly, "I never like to hear reports of juvenile
>delinquency.
>Now I want each of you to tell me your name and what you were doing wrong."
>"My name is George," said the first boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Pete," said the second boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Mike," said the third boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Peanuts," said the fourth boy.
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>The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying
>to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think
>how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say,
>"There's Jennifer; she's a lawyer,' or "That's Michael, he's a doctor.'"
>A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the
>teacher. She's dead."
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>A little boy went up to his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, can you make a
>sound like a frog?" When the grandfather asked why, the boy replied,
>"Because daddy said when you croak we're all going to Disneyland."
>"They were causing an awful lot of commotion at the zoo, your Honor," he
>said.
>"Boys," said the judge sternly, "I never like to hear reports of juvenile
>delinquency.
>Now I want each of you to tell me your name and what you were doing wrong."
>"My name is George," said the first boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Pete," said the second boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Mike," said the third boy, "and I threw peanuts into the
>elephant pen."
>"My name is Peanuts," said the fourth boy.
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>The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying
>to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think
>how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say,
>"There's Jennifer; she's a lawyer,' or "That's Michael, he's a doctor.'"
>A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the
>teacher. She's dead."
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>A little boy went up to his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, can you make a
>sound like a frog?" When the grandfather asked why, the boy replied,
>"Because daddy said when you croak we're all going to Disneyland."
