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Daily Farmhouse Journal
52: It was out Bear Fork a ways. I was probably six or so. Everybody knew about it. It was a big event. We went to see it, probably on a Sunday afternoon. It could eat with both mouths, and it had three eyes. The farmer who owned it kept it in a stall in his barn and let people come in to look. He lifted it over the stall gate and set it out for us to pet. His question was, “If I lift him over the gate every day, will there come a day when he’s just a little too heavy for me ?”
Me: So when was it too heavy for him to lift?
52: Never. It died before it got too big.
Me: I don’t like that ending!
52: Okay. He was a Super Farmer and he could lift it forever. He’s still lifting it.
Me: I don’t believe that! I want another ending!
52: Okay. One day he lifted it and the farmer broke his back.
Me: I want a new story!!
