I come in after shoveling snow. Lao Tzu is sitting in the kitchen.
"Snow!" I say.
"What is 'Snow'?" he asks, almost to himself.
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Later, Chung Tzu is here.
"What do you think about 'Snow'?" I ask him, innocently as possible.
"I think it is a very good 'Idea'" says Chung Tzu.
