Peanuts by Charles Schulz for October 07, 1979

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The Beaglescout and his troops sit around a fire roasting marshmallows. He thinks,"Well, that's the end of the marshmallows."<BR><BR> He looks down at them sitting in a line in front of him; he thinks,"Did everyone have enough to eat?"<BR><BR> He stretches and yawns. He thinks,"I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for bed."<BR><BR> He stands up and continues,"Let's get out those ol' sleeping bags, and hit the hay."<BR><BR> The Beaglescout and his troops untie their sleeping bags.<BR><BR> He smiles down at them and thinks,"Good night, men...sleep well...."<BR><BR> He rolls over and closes his eyes. The troops' hats fly off in fright as he thinks,"May a thousand angels rest on your shoulders."<BR><BR> He rolls his eyes as the troops lie with him in the sleeping bag. He thinks,"My grandmother used to say that every night."<BR><BR>