The mail man delivered a huge box today. It had Gus’s name on it. Farmer dragged it down to the barn. Gus tore the tape off the box and looked inside with a smile.
“Whatcha got?” I asked.
“Correspondence school detective books. I’m gonna learn to be a private eye.” He said. “Yeah. I got two eyes so I should be able to charge double.”
It’s going to be a long weekend.
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