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A hundred times one hundred metres.

Every time he splits in over twelve seconds, I add another hundred.

It's the only way that he'll learn.

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Roddy said…
One hundred times one hundred!? That's one kilometre.
Have you considered education or at least a big bull whip to teach him?
Kris McCracken said…
Ten times one hundred is one kilometre, actually.
Roddy said…
You are right. Old age brain fade.
Perhaps then you should enter him in the marathons.
Mildred said…
Wonderful capture!
Thanks for sharing;o)
Hope you have a wonderful Christmas time with your family and friends.

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