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Backyard Picnic

We ate the watermelon right down into the rind even though Mom said it might give us a belly ache. But the cold, the crisp antidote to summer added that one chord of bitterness to make it sweet. The seeds were missiles. "Dad started it!" we alibied when scolded. And then the picnic table tipped over 'cause we forgot and sat down all at once on the downhill side! Lucky we had already ate, 'cause the food and plates and all of us ended tangled up together on the smiling grass.

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