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Jon stood in line at the Royal Bank. He held a rope that was tied to his small dairy cow. When it was his turn to go to the counter, he showed the Royal Bank lady his dairy cow. “This is my dairy cow,” said Jon. He gestured to his dairy cow. “That is a nice cow. How can I help you?” “You can’t,” replied Jon, because the only reason he was at the bank was to show the lady his dairy cow. Jon turned around and walked away. He took his dairy cow with him.
Date Written: May 12, 2006
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