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Show Not That Important A very small boy had declined prunes so vociferously as to rais the whole matter to one of discipline discip-line rather than a pardonable foible. His mother told him thai God would probably be displeased at his disobedience. Later in the evening there came a heavy thunderstorm, and mother grasped this opportunity of going upstairs to heal the breach. She found the tiny mutineer standing ir, front of the window in an attitude of disgust. "Huh!" he said defiantly, as a terrific peal of thunder shook the house, "all this fuss about six prunes." |