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Show -49- into her house. Sandy continued to walk down the road, completely puzzled, when she tripped over a long piece of rope. The other end of the rope was tied to the trunk of a small tree close by the road. As she got up, holding the rope in her hand, a tall, green-haired man ran out of a nearby barn, "You can't have that, it's mine!" he shouted, "I'm not taking it - it was lying in the road and tripped me," Sandy explained. "Oh," said the man woefully, "Do you like me?" Startled, Sandy answered, "I don't know you." "You won't like me, you know," he said mournfully. "Nobody does. It's because I have green hair. Nobody likes me because I have green hair!" Sandy looked at the man, and felt sorry for him. "Why, there is nothing wrong with green hair, and besides, I think maybe I do like you." "NO, YOU DON'T!" the man bellowed. "You just feel sorry for me!" Sandy felt resentful toward the strange man, and indeed, found she was beginning to dislike him. The man searched her face, then grabbed the rope from her hand and ran to a tree, where he tied it about his waist and sat down. "What are you doing?" "I shall sit here, tied to this tree till I die," he said, groaning and rolling his eyes. |