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The first bit of “story telling” I can remember was about a dog and a bone. This wayward hound was crossing over a small stream on an equally small bridge (the Childcraft book had pictures) carrying a bone in his mouth. Mother read how the dog saw his own reflection and, greedy for the “other dog’s possessions,” opened his mouth to bark, thereby dropping his bone.
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