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           They’sgonnacomesomepinoutaallthesefolksgoin’wes’—outaalltheirfarmslef’lonely.They’sgonnacomeathingthat’sgonnachangethewholecountry."

           Tomsaid,"I’mstilllayin’mydogsdownoneatatime."

           "Yeah,butwhenafencecomesupatya,yagonnaclimbthatfence."

           "IclimbfenceswhenIgotfencestoclimb,"saidTom.Casysighed."It’sthebes’way.Igottaagree.Butthey’sdifferentkindafences.They’sfolkslikemethatclimbsfencesthatain’tevenstrangupyet—an’can’the’pit."

           "Ain’tthatAla-comin’?"Tomasked.

           "Yeah.Lookslike."

           Tomstoodupandwrappedtheconnecting-rodandbothhalvesofthebearinginthepieceofsack."WantamakesureIgetthesame,"hesaid.

           ThetruckpulledalongsidetheroadandAlleanedoutthewindow.

           Tomsaid,"Youwasahellofalongtime.Howfar’dyougo?"

           Alsighed."Gottherodout?"

           "Yeah."Tomheldupthesack."Babbittjus’brokedown."

           "Well,itwasn’tnofaultofmine,"saidAl.

           "No.Where’dyoutakethefolks?"

           "Wehadamess,"Alsaid."Granmagottobellerin’,an’thatset

           Rosasharnoffan’shebelleredsome.Gotherheadunderamattressan’bellered.ButGranma,shewasjustlayin’backherjawan’bayin’likeamoonlighthoun’dog.SeemslikeGranmaain’tgotnosensenomore.Likealittlebaby.Don’speaktonobody,don’seemtoreco’nizenobody.Jus’talksonlikeshe’stalkin’toGrampa."

           "Where’dyaleave’em?"Tominsisted.