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When I lived in Belgium, there was a special fruit similar to a honeydew that grew in the Ardennes. They trained dogs to sniff the forest floor to find it. The uncle of the family was training a Lassie pup for the job. I'll never forget how he would call her back from the woods, loosely translated from the Flemish: "Come to me, my melon collie baby." |