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Checkers

Murdoch sat back and watched his two sons at play. The older brother was patiently explaining to his younger brother the rules of the game.

Unfortunately, Johnny wasn't interested in the rules. He wanted to jump all of Scott's checkers.

“Johnny” Scott huffed, “you can't just move anywhere you want.” He looked to his father “Pa, make Johnny play fair.”

Murdoch smiled at his son, “Scott he's only 6-years old I don't think he understands the rules.”

Scott nodded at his father, “Okay Johnny, you win, take all the checkers.”

Scott loved to hear his little brother laugh.

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EJ 2011

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