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			 “D-24.” 
			 
			“Just one?” 
			 
			“Yeah. The boys caught me when I was kinda short, so I only got the 
			one this year.” 
			 
			“They hit me for ten,” Doc said. “In E section.” 
			 
			Dud looked at us. “I think E section’s a pretty good bet. Especially 
			later in the afternoon. The sun will be over there then. Nice and 
			warm. She’s liable to go there.” 
			 
			It’s Cow-a-dunga time again. It’s Mr. Shaver’s idea. He’s the music 
			teacher for all 
			three of our schools here, and he needed a way the kids could raise 
			some money for band trips. 
			 
			“I hear they’re using one of Simmons’s cows this year,” said Dud. 
			“Doc, is there any kind of laxative you can give a cow?” 
			 
			“How should I know? I’m not a veterinarian. Besides, you know 
			they’ll keep her identity a secret until Saturday. They know there’s 
			people out there just like you who’d like to ‘doctor’ that cow.” 
			  
			
			  
			
			 
			We all laughed. No one would think of bothering the cow, of course, 
			but we’ll all spend at least part of Saturday down in the bleachers 
			at the high school football field keeping an eye on that cow. That’s 
			the whole fun of Cow-a-dunga, of course. 
			By now, the kids have that acre of grass all crisscrossed with 
			chalk lines, dividing the field up into one-yard squares. Each 
			square sells for a buck. If all the squares sell, that’s five grand 
			for the kids. The winner is determined by a cow. On Saturday, a cow 
			will be released onto the field, and watched carefully by a whole 
			bunch of us. When the cow’s digestive system causes her to plop a 
			decoration onto the field, the lucky holder of that square gets five 
			hundred bucks. 
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			There are, of course, strict rules against arm waving, chowsing 
			noises, horn honking and the application of anything that might sway 
			her toward or away from any particular square.  
			 
			“I wonder,” said Steve, “if there’s any rule against using the evil 
			eye. You know, like if she’s heading for Doc’s block of squares, I 
			could send her a signal to hold it for a while.” 
			 
			“Cheaters never prosper,” said Doc. 
			[Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
			 
			
			  
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