When we went out this morning to take care of the dogs, Henry and James picked up a trowel and a hammer and started hacking away at the patches of ice left in the yard as the big snow melts. After a quarter of an hour, and with very cold hands, they were ready to come in.
"It,s a good thing there's ice for us to break up," said Henry.
He seemed to find that wasn't quite what he meant to say.
"It's a good thing," he tried again, "there are people like me to keep the neighborhood safe."
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