"Uncle Fred," asked Cindy, "what is that?"
Cindy pointed to the brown thing in his hand. It looked like a short, thick stick.
"This?" Uncle Fred held it up. "This is a cigar."
He cut off the tip of one end. Then he lit a match. He held it to the end to start it burning.
He took some puffs on the cigar. Then he blew out a small cloud of smoke.
Cindy coughed. "Yuck," she said. "That is not nice. It stinks. Can you put it out?"
Uncle Fred looked at his cigar.
"I suppose I can. I can smoke it later."
Uncle Fred pressed the smoky end of the cigar into an ash try. Then he twisted it back and forth. The cigar stopped smoking.
"Why do you smoke, Uncle Fred?" asked Cindy.
"I like the taste of it," said Uncle Fred. "It also helps me to relax."
"How can it do that?" asked Cindy.Paragraphs 13 to 27:
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