[Heavier Loads]

Mr. Bunion: Oh shucks! What's the use? Now, what is the use of all this red tape connected with existing--with living? Why so much slugging along to just merely live? --
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[Man carrying box labeled Misfortune] Mr. Bunion: That poor fellow certainly has a load, huh! He's like me in--
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Man [striking at dog labeled Jonah] Gwan! Now, Gwan! Get away! Gwan! I say! Get out! Go way! Gwan! Sneak! Get Away! From me! Gwan! Gwan! Gwan!
Mr. Bunion: He's busy!
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[Man being chased by kangaroo labeled Bad Luck] Mr. Bunion: That's pretty tough, yes siree!
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[Man carrying sacks labeled Aches, Pains] Mr. Bunion: Well, I pity him. He's got a load--
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[Man carrying girder labeled Disease] Mr. Bunion: They are thick on this old patty, very numerous indeed.
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[wooden horse? dog? labeled Sympathy] Mr. Bunion: And there's my old friend, always following in behind. It's a great thoroughfare this Rock Road.
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Mr. Bunion: I suppose I ought to feel as though I was not so bad off after all, but I do feel so tired, just the same. Lugging this old box all the time! of course, there are others but why should I - I slave?