Scene--Backyard under the canopy of three large pecan trees; Gypsy-father is hanging laundry on the line as the Queen Bee wanders about.
Queen Bee: [picks up a stick, fallen from a pecan tree, off of the ground; it is approximately a yard in length]
Daddy, I found that new stick that I gave you yesterday.
Gypsy-father: Yes, I remember that stick. I used it to move the charcoal in the grill yesterday evening.
Queen Bee: I am going to use it now. I will find you another stick to use.
Gypsy-father: OK--
Queen Bee: [interrupts Gypsy-father] Because you're too old to use this one.
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