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Old man Foster's farm; dawn.
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| Well, dang... where'd my cows get off to? | |
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| Well, hey there, little feller. Say, you wouldn't have happened to have seen my cows roamin' about anywheres, would ya? | |
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| Well, you're Jack Benson's boy, aintcha! Run along, now, and ask yer paw if he's seen my cows. Ol' Bessie needs to be milked by ten after six, or she gets cranky. | |
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| I... what? No... no, no, no. Listen, is there someone less senile I could point this laser at? | |
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