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You folks get them flu shots ever’
fall? I try not to, but Doc has this y’r nurse that’s not only
stouter’n a streetsweeper, but fleet of foot as well. This y’r’s
Windy, a-course. So, yeah, I prit-nearly allus get one a-them shots
each fall.
But I been workin’ on a way to either speed me up or slow her down.
Ever seen on them summer Olympicals the relay race? You know, when
one guy’s runnin’ and he sticks out a stick and the next guy takes
it for a while? Thass what that there nurse looks like in hot
pursuit ‘cept it’s a hypothermic needle and not a stick in her hand.
Now you know ol’ Doc makes fun a-me ever’ dang time she catches up.
A-course, she could stand to run off a few calories here and there,
mostly there. Truth be told, wouldn’t hurt me none, neither.
When Doc stops laughin’ he usually says, “Windy, I don’t think
you’re any faster’n you was last year.”
“Nope,” I admitted, “but I think she is.”
Oh, I tried to talk Doc out of it. Honest. I told him I been
particler good this last year and took my vitermins and minerales
and drank my fruity juice and all that stuff. See, I figgered if he
got impressionated enough with my diet, I might could slip away from
Vampira for one year.
But it seems like somethin’ always
happens to that there plan a-mine.
For example, Doc looked at me while Nurse Sprint was in the corner,
sharpenin’ her needle and lookin’ funny at my fanny.
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So Windy,” Doc said, “you been drinkin’
your fruit juices?”
“Yessir!” I replied.
“Let me guess … was this juice mixed up with gin or vodka?”
“Well …..”
Doc nodded to the nurse. I didn’t even git to the restroom door.
Have a healthy autumn now,
Windy
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