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Reminds me of a story my uncle told me. My granddad always dropped shot and they would collect it later. Usually buckshot he said. Then they (My father and uncle) would find a unsuspecting toad, and roll the shot past him. The poor toad could not resist schlopping up each piece. Until he was so heavy he could not move.
Sounds a little harsh now, but poor country kids did not have much entertainment in the past.
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