"HOW
DID IT HAPPEN?" the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the
man's broken leg.
"Well,
doc, 25 years ago..."
"Never
mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like
I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that
night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into
my room.
She asked
me if there was anything I wanted.
I said, "No, everything is fine."
"Are
you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Isn't
there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not," I replied.
"Excuse
me," said the doctor, "What does this story have to do with your
leg?"
"Well,
this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it dawned on me what she
meant, I fell off the roof!"
