Let's play a game.

How about
"It suddenly became quite obvious that the only reason God made seven-year-olds at all was to heighten the satisfaction of eight-year-olds in owning a pocket knife.
"C'mon lemme whittle with your knife, Jack," a seven year old brother would beg.
"Sorry, Willy, I can't do it," the eight-year-old would respond maturely. "You're too little."
"But, Jack, you cut yourself!"
"Yeah, but I'm bigger, see. I got more blood. I can spare the blood."
 
I like that. Here's another.

Using our pocketknives each of us tackled one of the shiners. We dug and pried away endeavoring to lift the dollars from their receptacles. But the cement with which the coins were fastened had become as adamant as granite. The blades of Jack London's knife snapped off short. All the blades but one of my knife had been sacrificed to Mammon when the dollar I was after came from its setting.
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I think that I read quite a bit (or at least used to), but I'm quite horrible at this game! :(
Nonetheless, I've enjoyed the thread immensely - great idea, Christian!
And one of the main reasons I originally joined BF was related to nostalgia and thinking about carrying a knife as a kid back on the farm. So I was thrilled to see the Black Stallion reference to remind me of that series that I enjoyed so much as a kid. I may try to read those books this summer!

- GT
 
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