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”Listen Dad, do bald eagles hunt cheetahs?” |
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“Cheetahs? That won’t work. Bald eagles live in Canada, and cheetahs in Afrika.” |
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“But if the eagles flew all the way to Africa, would they hunt cheetahs then, let’s say little cheetahs?” |
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“They won’t fly to Africa. It’s hot in Africa, and bald eagles prefer the cold.” |
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“I don’t think Canada is cold.” |
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“But surely colder than Rheinbach or Afrika.” |
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“Are you feeling cold?” |
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“Yeeees.” |
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“Don’t be a wimp, Dad.” |
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“Felix, could you just stop that?” |
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“I think”, says Felix, and then he makes a short break, just enough to emphasize what comes next, “I think that I’m a better Canadian
than you, eh.” |
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“Boy, why don’t you think about cheetahs? That’ll warm us up.” |
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”You know how fast cheetahs can run?” |
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“How about 70?”, Mike guesses having the strange feeling that he once knew better about these things.” |
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”Nope, it’s 108”, comes Felix’s spontaneous reply, ”kilometers per hour I mean. How fast are you?” |
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“May be 25ish?” |
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”Being fast is different”, says Felix grinning, ”Guess what? I’d also be a better cheetah than you.” Then he looks up. ”Wow Dad, the
eagles are coming.” |
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