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A Brace of Firearms
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36 ABraceofFirearms The green bear owned a brace of fine pistols. They were blue-black, matched, and beautifully engraved, with rosewood grips. Wherever the green bear went, the brace in their satin-lined presentation box went with him. One day, as he was meandering down a trail, he saw a covey of doves burst into the sky. A pride of lions stood at the end of his path, and a flock of starlings sailed in with a bevy of quail. A pack of wolves witnessed it all, while a pair of antique antelope watched from a distance. A bunch of hyenas laughed it up. A swarm of honeybees and a nest of vipers and a throng of other creatures completed the scene. All of this occurred beside a stand of trees: at an unknown hour of the day, on a passionate day of the week, in a month of exile. The green bear was glad he had a brace with which to defend himself. Since there was only one of him, he deserved a brace of pistols to fight a pride of lions. Better than brickbats , any day! 01.Poems.1-64_Fried.indd36 11/28/0512:33:19PM ...