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Young Albert taped a sign to his fold-out table and set it on the sidewalk. Lemonade 5 cents. Tulips and toads are free to a good home. A passing woman dropped a nickel on the table. Albert poured her lemonade and held it out along with a tulip. "Flowers are alone," said Albert. "I know," replied the woman, reaching for the flower. "I have no toads to give," said Albert. "No matter, young man, both are desolate creatures." "It's as I thought," mused Albert, "There is no difference between them." The woman sipped from her cup, saying, "Toads are less charitable."
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
Tulips and Toads
Young Albert taped a sign to his fold-out table and set it on the sidewalk. Lemonade 5 cents. Tulips and toads are free to a good home. A passing woman dropped a nickel on the table. Albert poured her lemonade and held it out along with a tulip. "Flowers are alone," said Albert. "I know," replied the woman, reaching for the flower. "I have no toads to give," said Albert. "No matter, young man, both are desolate creatures." "It's as I thought," mused Albert, "There is no difference between them." The woman sipped from her cup, saying, "Toads are less charitable."
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
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