A fashionably tan man sat at the bat stand, lashing a handful of practice bats.The Manager,a crabby old bag of bones passed by and laughed, you're about average,jack. Can't you lash faster than that?jack had had enough,so he clambered to his feet and lashed bats than any man had ever lashed bats. As a matter of fact,he lashed bats so fast that he seemed to dance.The manager was aghast.''jack,you're a master bat lasher!he gasped.Satisfied at last,.jack sat back and never lashed another bat

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