Those claiments would then feel they may as well try for something they have an interest in and would stop all unemployed being tarred with same brush.
One night in early autumn, with the swampy ground of the Nature Preserve papered with fallen leaves, I was hunkered down to examine a dead snake about a foot in length whose color I thought might in life have been green, when, as I stood, I felt somethingbrush the top of my head.