“1…2…3…” Randy counted.
“Whatcha countin’,” George asked.
“All them bugs,” Randy pointed at the log.
“That’s alotta ‘em.” George started to count too.
“Hey, yur gonna mess me up.”
“Sorry,” George tried to count in his head.
George and Randy counted the creepy crawlers until the sun set. They could hear their mothers calling in the distance.
“How many ya git, Randy?”
“Forty-two, I lost count few times.”
“I gots,” He scratched his head. “I forget.”
The boys laughed as they headed home for supper.
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