How did that Happen?” the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man’s broken leg in a plaster cast.
“Well, doctor, twenty five years ago…”, the farmhand started to explain.
“Never mind the past man, tell me how you broke your leg this morning”, the doctor said, cutting him short.
But despite the doctor’s request, the farmhand continued telling his story…
“Like I was saying doctor, it all began twenty five 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 was just eighteen and she was really beautiful and she asked me if there was anything I wanted”.
The doctor bid him to carry on with his story, so the farmhand took a breath and continued…
“Well I told her I didn’t need anything, everything was fine”, he said.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure,” he said.
“Isn’t there anything I can do for you???” she wanted to know.
“I reckon not,” he replied.
“Excuse me”, the doctor said, interrupting the farmhand. “What the heck does this story have to do with your broken leg?”
“Well, this morning doctor”, the farmhand explained, “it finally dawned on me what she meant and I fell off the roof!”
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