When I was little and I'd find a baby bird and play with it, I would get told how horribly diseased baby birds were, but I wouldn't get told exactly what was gonna happen to me for touching it. In my kid brain this seemed like a very reasonable possibility. I remember my solution was to clean my hands by rubbing them on my shirt.
A color version of this 2-pager was published in Monarch Comics.
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