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A stick is chasing me through the school grounds. The stick is zooming through the air behind me. I'm terrified.

Then I think, It's no good being a wimp. I stop running and grab the stick. It jumps around a bit in my hand but it can't get away. I go to a power pole and hit it hard against the pole. I smash the stick into tiny pieces.

   


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