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A totally random sampling of what Mammothites are reading, culled from here and there, appearing every now and then.
“What a cute boy!” said the stranger.
“Who, me?!?!?” Fido asked, blushing.
The stranger walked over to Fido, who was blissfully sitting under a table at last weekend’s “Mammoth Rocks/A Taste of the Sierra” festival in the Village. He was manning the booth for the paper.
“Are you the dog in the paper all the time?” she said.
“That’s me!” Fido said, and he wagged his stump.
“Want to hear a story?” Fido said to the woman.
“Why, yes, Fido,” she responded. “I love stories.”
Fido wormed his way from beneath the table—not an easy thing to do for a big, red, 80-pound chow mix.
