The great outdoors

The boys are playing outside.  They have been busy for hours watering plants, catching bugs, making trails, picking flowers, and basically having a great time.  Oh, and they’ve been talking the whole time.

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R — Quick!  The bug is getting away!

B — It’s a wasp!

R — Put it in the bucket with the others!

B — I can’t believe I’m doing this!

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B — It’s a bee!

R — It’s dead.

B — Let’s catch it.

R — It’s alive!  (then, after some shuffling) There!  I killed it!  I saved the world!

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R — Mom, look at all these ants in our tent.

Mom — There must be a nest around here somewhere.

B — We’ll catch them and kill them.

Mom — Well, just don’t get bitten.

R — We have to kill them.  It’s the least we can do.

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Mom — Don’t provoke these ants.  Leave them alone.

B — What happens if I provoke them?

Mom — They’ll all get angry and start climbing up your feet and biting you.

B — I know what I’ll do.  I’ll poke the nest with a stick and run all the way to San Diego!

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