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Show -41- He threw the hot dogs and the marshmallow to Sandy and then started covering himself with hay. Sandy caught the food and looked around for a stick with which to cook it. Finding none, she turned toward the hobo. 'Er - do you mind if I use your stick to cook the hot dogs?" she asked. The hobo waved the stick at Sandy, all the while burrowing deeper into the haystack. Taking it, Sandy stuck a hot dog on it and held it over the fire, while the half- hidden hobo watched her fearfully. "Don'ii you think you should cook your meals away from this haystack? The hay could easily catch fire, you know." "Y-yes. I've been worried about that." Sandy looked at the man curiously. "Well, why did you build your fire here, then?" she asked. "Why didn't you build it next to the pond? There's no danger of anything catching fire there." "0-oh no, - I - I couldn't build it near the pond! I would probably fall in!" stuttered the hobo. Sandy took the cooked hot dog off the stick and ate it. She then put the other one on and held it over the fire. "Well, it seems to me that you could have built your fire over by that tree," she continued, pointing to a nearby stunted tree. "0-oh no!" came the muffled reply. "I couldn't have done that!' "Why not?" "Becauas birds love to sit in that tree, and they would probably be angry and fly at me with their sharp claws!" Oh dear, thought Sandy. "Why didn't you build your fire on the open ground between the iree and the pond, then? There is |
