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One January afternoon at the University of South Carolina's Children's Center, in Columbia, Michelle Obama scrunched her five-eleven frame into a small white wooden rocking chair. The state's Democratic primary, which her husband, Barack, needed badly to win, was in forty-eight hours. Obama picked up a picture book, flared her nostrils, and began sniffing noisily, in the manner of a bear foraging in the woods for dinner.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" she read to a group of preschoolers. "The bear will tromp through the forest on his big hungry feet and"--sniff, sniff, sniff--"find that strawberry, no matter where it's hidden."
The kids burst into giggles. Obama picked up another book, from the "Olivia" series.
"I have Olivia in my four-year-old class!" one boy yelled.
"Is she a friend of yours?" Obama asked.
"Yes."
"Is she a pig?"