Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for November 16, 1996

Transcript:

Nate: Dad, I just can't rake any more. My hands are a mass of blisters. Dad: Let me see... Nate: Well...maybe not a MASS of blisters, but... Dad: I don't see ANY. Nate: There's one right there. Let me hold it up to the light. Dad: That's a freckle.