There once was a bat named Buster who loved nothing more than playing baseball. He spent every day practicing his swing and dreaming of the day he would get to play in the big leagues.

One day, while out flying around looking for some insects to eat, Buster spotted something shiny on the ground. As he got closer, he realized it was a baseball that had been left behind by a group of kids who had been playing catch.

Buster was overjoyed and quickly swooped down to pick up the ball. But as soon as he grabbed it, he felt a sharp pain in his wing. It turns out that the ball was covered in thorns, and one of them had pierced his skin.

Buster let out a loud screech of pain and dropped the ball. That's when he noticed an aardvark nearby, watching him with a look of disgust on its face.

"What are you doing with that baseball?" the aardvark demanded. "Don't you know how much damage those things can cause? They're nothing but trouble."

Buster was confused. He had never heard anyone speak badly of baseball before. In fact, he thought everyone loved the game as much as he did.

But the aardvark continued to rant and rave about how baseball was a waste of time and energy. Buster tried to defend the sport, but the aardvark wouldn't listen.

In the end, Buster flew away feeling sad and confused. He couldn't understand why someone would be so unhappy about something like baseball. All he knew was that he loved the game, and he wasn't going to let anyone take that away from him.
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