Walking to work a little boy, maybe 7 or 8, scampered up to me on the sidewalk. “Hello,” he said. “Hello,” I said. “I have a TOAD,” he said. Sure enough, he had a toad. What did I have, that measured up to a toad? Nothing.

I wish I was that little boy.

The End.

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