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Show Choice Berries g& By MARY GRAHAM BONNER like to get hold of some different kinds of rings, but tbey won't get hold of mine. "Then there was another time that I ate some birds and another time I ate some animals. "Oh, yes, I've had some fine and splendid meals In my life." "Speaking of meals," said Mrs. Armadillo, "would you like a meal of choice berries today?" "Would I?" exclaimed Mr. Armadillo Arma-dillo delightedly. "Have you some? I'm sure no one would relish and enjpy and appreciate them more than I would!" So Mrs. Armadillo gave him a splendid meal of very choice berries ber-ries and he was simply delighted. . mi.WMtera Newspaper Union.) self. He had been a little sad of late. He brightened up at once. "Ah," he began, "there was the time when I ate a chain. It was a very fine and valuable chain. "But I thought I would eat a TTOW can I bother about being 11 appreciative when I can't even bother about being affectionate?" affection-ate?" asked Mr. Hairy Armadillo of his mate. "In fact" he added, "you are the same way. You cannot be affectionate." affection-ate." "I know," said Mrs. Armadillo. "1 heard that we were always far from being affectionate it runs In our family. "1 mean that it runs in our family fam-ily not to be affectlonate It doesn't run In our family to be affectionate." af-fectionate." "I understand you. That's all right" said Mr. Hairy Armadillo, In a quiet tone of armadillo voice. "I can understand it" said Mrs. Hairy Armadillo. "Our bodies are covered with a hard, hard shell-even shell-even our tails are hard." "Tails?" repeated Mrs. Armadillo. "We haven't more than one tail apiece." "I wasn't speaking of one of ns alone I was speakng of many of us," said Mrs. Armadillo. "We have mora than one tall among a lot of us we each bave onr own taiL" "That's so," agreed Mr. Armadillo. Arma-dillo. "You are quite right only yon talk so queerly." They did not talk for a moment or two. Then Mrs. Armadillo said: "Tell me some of your adventures." adven-tures." She felt that he would be cheered up if be talked about him- .. . ' . "Tell Me Some of , Your Adventures," Adven-tures," chain as my shell body is covered with rings. "Of course not the kind of rings that are worn by people, but markings mark-ings that look like rings. "I've always felt tha It was as fine as belonging to a jewelry store to bave the rings I bave even If they are so very different "Perhaps a Jewelry store would |