Sam and the Pot . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . page 10

“George,” called his mother to his father, “come quickly.”

She rushed to the door, opened it quickly, and stared out.

The fog was gone.

The rainbow was gone.

Sam thought the pot would also be gone. And it was.

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