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Show The park was jammed wj The Throwback Josh O'Tosh knew he had big trouble. Usually he whistled as he made the rounds through town delivering eggs. But today, instead of skipping along with his dog at his side, he trudged warily, his eyes darting from side to side. Sensing his distress, Chinook perked up his ears and whined in the harness of the little wagon he was pulling. It was half filled with cartons of eggs. The huge Alaskan malamute husky, bushy tail curled over his back, could look almost eyeball to eyeball with the boy who held his rope. Josh gave the dog a pat on the head as the wagon squeaked to a stop at the corner of Main Street. He stared ahead at the park where thaBound of a brass band echoed over the little town of Jericho. |