“What are you doing with that acorn?” Jimmy Squirrel said to his best friend Tom.
“It’s the perfect size,” Tom replied. “I’m going to drop it in the big field.”
“What for?” Jimmy queried.
“`Cause a huge oak is just a nut that held its ground,” Tom smiled and the banter began.  Every fall they played at words [...]

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Big John toiled into the night at his desk in the small cabin he had called home for the past seven months.
“So many reports,” he muttered to himself as he strained his eyes to write, dipping his pen into the ink well again and again.
In war torn 1943, the ship’s captain allowed no lights [...]

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