With his eye on the ball, he swung a powerful stroke n....crack!
Them boys be divin this way n that to catch up with that piece 'o greased lightin...n Caleb reached first base!
He gave a pause, then a wink...then with the quickness of a cat that dun touched the electric fence, he scooted this way n that...touchin upon second, then third...kicked up a cloud 'o dust n stole the plate! Score one fer the home team!
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