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	<title>Comments on: A BB Gun for Christmas&#8230;by Art Dykeman</title>
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		<title>By: Eldon Heimerl</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Eldon Heimerl]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 00:15:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Splendid site, but ideally I couldn&#039;t agree with it.]]></description>
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		<title>By: Kathryn Shoults</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kathryn Shoults]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 14:06:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every year on Philip&#039;s Christmas list was a white mouse-why he wanted it  I have no idea just that it was there on his list year after year. He was in his early teens when I was able to convince Mom to let me get him one for Christmas--a great feat in itself. So two days before Christmas, Mom took us to Penn Can Mall and I set off to the pet store. I got him everything he need--cage, food ,bedding, water bottle, wheel and a white mouse. I got it home and set the cage up in my room and settled the mouse. Instantly the mouse got on the wheel and started to run and run and run. the wheel sqeaked so loudly that I had to turn the music on so Philip would not hear. It ran all night. I was thrilled with the perfect Christmas present for Phil but as the night wore on was exhausted as the thing wouldn&#039;t stop running--In the middle of the night I finally took the wheel out of the cage and got some sleep. When I woke the next morning the mouse was dead. My christmas present for Phil was dead. Crushed, Mom rushed me back to the mall to exchange it for a live one. Christmas morning we woke and Phil was thrilled. A week later we had every white mouse Phil ever asked for --as his gave birth to several. His white mouse was pregnant. Do you know what happens if you don&#039;t separate them?--When I left for college he had over thirty white mice--The gift that keeps on giving (mom a headache)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every year on Philip&#8217;s Christmas list was a white mouse-why he wanted it  I have no idea just that it was there on his list year after year. He was in his early teens when I was able to convince Mom to let me get him one for Christmas&#8211;a great feat in itself. So two days before Christmas, Mom took us to Penn Can Mall and I set off to the pet store. I got him everything he need&#8211;cage, food ,bedding, water bottle, wheel and a white mouse. I got it home and set the cage up in my room and settled the mouse. Instantly the mouse got on the wheel and started to run and run and run. the wheel sqeaked so loudly that I had to turn the music on so Philip would not hear. It ran all night. I was thrilled with the perfect Christmas present for Phil but as the night wore on was exhausted as the thing wouldn&#8217;t stop running&#8211;In the middle of the night I finally took the wheel out of the cage and got some sleep. When I woke the next morning the mouse was dead. My christmas present for Phil was dead. Crushed, Mom rushed me back to the mall to exchange it for a live one. Christmas morning we woke and Phil was thrilled. A week later we had every white mouse Phil ever asked for &#8211;as his gave birth to several. His white mouse was pregnant. Do you know what happens if you don&#8217;t separate them?&#8211;When I left for college he had over thirty white mice&#8211;The gift that keeps on giving (mom a headache)</p>
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