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Long ago, when the boys were still in the magic time, their Daddy took them away from the Big City to the far off land of Michigan. They watched the sparks of the campfire sweep up into the sky, and listened to their bedtime story in a big tent. In the morning they went to the river of dreams--where the Daddy had spent wonderful hours fishing and dreaming in the sun dappled shade of the woods--and caught a little trout.
Years went by, and the boys got big, and the Daddy forgot all about that time at the river of dreams. Then, one night, the boys, little again, looked up at him out of a drawer he was looking through, and showed him the little trout.
And the Daddy remembered, and was glad.