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  • Rick is kind of a funny guy. He’s a mixture of the cartoon character, Elmer Fudd and the sophisticated modern warrior of SOF Magazine. Rick, lives alone with his dog Tina (named after Tina Sinatra), a black labrador retriever way past her prime. Rick is known for employing minimal techniques in every regard. There is never wasted energy when it comes to work or even something as simple as a vegetable garden.

    Rick and Tina decide to plant the vegetable garden. A row of radishes, a row of carrots and a row of tomatoes. Each day the plants are perfectly watered. Each day the garden is checked for pests. Each day the growth is watched and measured. Until the day of reckoning comes for the harvest of the radishes. Rick has a new tub of sour cream in the refrigerator just awaiting the final ingredient, the radishes. Bowl in hand, proudly he proceeds out to the radish patch. “Ah haa, what’s this, something has been eating my radishes!”

    He, with his fighter mentality awakened, plans to do war against the unknown invader. It could be a rabbit, a possum or perhaps a gopher. He will get the varmint. So he lies in wait, peering through the back door screen into the garden, pellet gun in hand. He waits into the night. Nothing. Goes to bed. Gets up the next morning, bowl in hand to harvest, and more radishes have been eaten with the greens being strewn across the yard. He checks the perimeter of the yard for holes in the fence and no evidence of gophers. Genuinely, perplexed, he walks back to the house.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Tina, unearth a radish, eat the red and discard the green.
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