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report . . . 'two thumbs, three fingers with a rather large space between the two sets'." |
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It was my turn to slump back in the seat. From there I stared at her over the breakfast clutter. In my mind it was no longer a loose set of somewhat similar incidents. We suddenly had a tie-in. "What kind of animal has two thumbs and three fingers?" I muttered. |
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Brenda went back to her battered case and fished out a Xerox copy of an article from National Geographic; the subject was Australia, and it featured the koala bear. "They do," she said triumphantly. |
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"A koala bear? Come on, koalas are cuddly little things." |
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"I didn't say it was a koala bear. I simply said there is such an animalone that has two thumbs and three fingers." |
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The E.G. Wages penchant for trivia was emerging. I was reaching back into one of those dark convolutions of my cluttered mind, trying to remember what I knew about koala bears. As I recalled, koalas aren't really bears. They're marsupials, and they have some sort of strange ability in their digestive systems to convert toxic substances to food value. Koalas. My mind was spinning. |
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"Well, Mr. Wages, have we got something here, or have we got something here?" There was a definite smirk on her face. |
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"It's two weeks till the fall semester |
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