How much wood would she sell by the sea shore?

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   This was quite probably the worst way to earn money imaginable. Her grandmother may claim to have earned money off of it but she had her doubts. Grandma was just trying to get rid of her as usual and setting up a seashell stand on the beach was just one of many plots. It was almost funny how many people looked at her stand and then took two steps to the nearest seashell. This idea was never going to work, and she should probably just go home  

  Meanwhile, over a grassy verge a young woodchuck was returning to his burrow after an unsuccessful attempt to find a mate. Maybe his mother was right about him after all. Sighing, he entered his burrow, or at least tried to. The entire entrance was blocked by a tall stack of planks. What the heck? Oh well, this was easy enough to deal with. He grabbed the nearest plank and threw it carelessly behind him. It struck something with a thump and a "Hey!"and hit him square on the back. 

   

   She was angry now. Some kind of jerk had just thrown a plank of wood and broken her seashell stand! She grabbed it angrily and threw it back. Slowly, an exchange of fire developed until they were almost juggling the planks. The beach emptied out except for an older woman sunning herself and laughing.