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Oh, look, you found a woolly bear.” She suddenly became interested in a gold-and-black fuzzy crawler in my jar.
“Do all of these caterpillars have names?” I asked.
“I suppose so. I only know the name of that one. But we could name the others ourselves.”
That was fun.
“This fat one is the Jolly Green Giant,” I announced.
“This itsy-bitsy one is Tiny Tim,” she said.
“Here’s Hairy.”
“This ugly one is Albert. That’s my brother’s name.
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