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Bickback looked across the crowd at Lytle who could only stare at the ground. Lytle was pitiful in his brother's sight and Bickback hated him for not being perfect.
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Bickback walked over to his brother who was drooling and looking very stupid. Lytle recognized his brother and decided to hug him hard the way he always had. Lytle reached out and hugged Bickback saying, Ly'le like Bicks!
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The crowd roared with laughter at Lytle. They found his audacity to tough someone from the front row typical of his level of stupidity. Embarrassed, Bickback threw Lytle to the ground and called him an animal.
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Lytle was shocked and began to cry. Bickback looked down at his drool covered arms. The drool had wiped away some of his dust-covering, exposing the horrible, hated splotches. Bickback openly wept face-down on the ground. Lytle crawled over to him and held him. The crowd was uncomfortable, no one knew what to do. Just then, Bickback wiped his eyes and announced: I have a song about the pitiful members of the back of the crowd!
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Those in back of the crowd figured that this would be the most degrading song yet. The front of the crowd cheered. Lytle drooled.
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Bickback sang in a voice so beautiful that to this day no song has been written to compare. This is what he sang:
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In this life I have found one thing.It is pity incarnate of which I sing.You have been told about the back of the crowd.And I repeat it plenty loud.That they are animals to be excusedAs hapless freaks which we shall useAs ladder rungs for our speedy ascentTo the front of the crowd where we'll inventA strict system of attractive and notOn which side of the net will you be caught.Align me please with the crowd's backThe front can for what I care go to hackWith their own standards based on their small groupIf given the choise 'tween accepting many or fewI will love the different and accept the whole crowdI will sing of my world long and loudIn my world I say that we the low be tallAnd so Brother Lytle is greatest of all.
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The entire crowd fell silent as Bickback walked over to his brother and held him. He whispered in Lytle's ear, I'm so sorry. I have been a big fool.
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Lytle still just drooled. Some members of the crowd heeded Bickback's song and embraced the entire crowd.
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Others did not and made it their full time concern to re-establish the lines between the front and back of the crowd.
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