THE SHADOW KNOWS

Pendrell's red head was just visible behind the breakfast paper and
the cereal boxes. "Punxsutawney Phil says no more winter."

Skinner drank his coffee.

"But Wiarton Willie predicts six more weeks. Of course, that's
Canada."

Skinner poured his cereal.

"General Beauregard Lee saw his shadow too. I'm not sure about his
track record, though."

Skinner ate his cereal.

"Jimmy the Groundhog prognosticates an early spring."

Skinner put down his spoon. "What do you say?"

Pendrell lowered the paper. "I say you have milk on the corner of
your mouth." And he thumbed it away.

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Halrloprillalar "Hal" prillalar@geocities.com
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