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“What is it?” Bobby asked. “What are you looking at down there?” And as he looked where they were looking, something gave him quite a scare. It was Ringo being stepped on by a man quite in a hurry, who was pushing his lawnmower through the grass without a worry. Ringo never heard him coming; he was off his Bumble guard. He was pollinating daisies that had grown up in th
