Eaton the boy, 8, was sitting at home with his beloved dog, Anvil. School was out and so was the sun's shine.
Anvil leapt up to bark at the door.
Something seemed to be racing by.
"Is it a skateboarder, Anvil? Go catch it, boy! Good dog!" said Eaton, opening the screen door. Anvil rushed out the door to chase his target on the street.
Ten minutes passed. Anvil came back to the young, African-American Eaton in canine glee. He had a hefty wad of cash between his teeth. "Good boy, Anvil!" exclaimed Eaton. "Good boy!"
"Mom! Come in here! Anvil finally caught that bank running past us!"
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by lurene gisee march 23, 2009
www.blackholeeconomics.com
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