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“Of course I do! I may be a fish, but I’m not a blockhead.”

“That’s not fair! I’m lumber, but I have the wisdom of the trees!”

“Wait a minute: what are we arguing about? Do we not both possess
horse sense?” The seahorse was conciliatory.

“You’re right,” said the sawhorse. “And beyond that, you could say
that we are just horsing around. And both of us are half something
else. Let us see what our combined uniqueness could produce. We
can play that same game of mix and match.”

Again they paused. Then both burst out in a loud horse laugh.

“I’ve got it!” exclaimed the seahorse.

“So have I!” cried the sawhorse.

And, in unison, they hollered: “SEESAW!”