The feather. It glides up on high, twisting this way and that. Who knows where it is from? Tiny hairs are like wings, guiding the unpredictable path. A young fox
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The FarmerThe Farmer
June 25, 2020June 25, 2020
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A farmer sells potatoes. This year, he has 20,000. 1/1000 went to the co op, and 1/100 of what’s left went to Sainsburys. How many potatoes does he still have?