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like he was moonwalking.
“And look at the blueberries! They’re everywhere!”
Buck pulled off a handful in one swipe and popped them
into his mouth. He kept eating handful after handful,
juice pouring down his chin, until he was high on the
hill. Buck scanned the bears with his binoculars. They
were way below them and across the road. “They’re still
stuffing themselves with blueberries too.”
“We might as well go ahead with the scripted blueberry
scene,” Shoop said. He handed Buck a kerchief. “Wipe
your mouth off. You want to start with a clean face. Then
pick a whole handful of blueberries but don’t eat them.
Stand over here, holding the berries out with both hands
cupped like a bowl.”
Buck cleaned off his face and gathered a bunch of blue-
berries. Dad added even more. He had so many, they were
pouring out of his hands.
“Angle your hands just a little so I can see the berries,”
Shoop continued. “Good. That’s great. Now look right at
the camera and when I say, ‘Action,’ say your line about
the blueberries. Then stuff all the berries in your mouth,
