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PETER PULPITPOUNDER, B.D.
"WHAT ARE tummies for, daddy?" This was the question that gurgled from the lips of Helen Margaret, as she squirmed on the living room floor and tried to wiggle from her father, hoping all the while he would catch up with her and tickle her some more. It was a typical question for a two-year-old.
"What are tummies for?" repeated Peter. "Tummies are for tickling on; that's what tummies are for." And once again Peter took the stub finger of his generous hand and tickled his little daughter's round tummy to hear her gleeful giggles.
"What are tummies for?" repeated Peter. "Tummies are for tickling on; that's what tummies are for." And once again Peter took the stub finger of his generous hand and tickled his little daughter's round tummy to hear her gleeful giggles.

