Farmer Brown plopped his best laying hen upon Doc Kettle's check-in desk and muttered, "Sumpin's up wif Nellie. She's been a-laying scrambilt aigs." Doc escorted the pair to a small room housing a contraption he called "one of them newfangled X-Ray machines," and Farmer Brown was instructed to set the hen on a wide table, overshadowed by lenses and gadgets, so they could give the old gal a good once over. Doc instructed the distraught farmer to hold the hen still and then left the room. Nellie fretted as a series of clicks and whirrs ensued, until all was finally calm. Moments later, Doc Kettle walked in mumbling to himself and shaking his head, a flimsy sheet of something resembling a film negative clutched in one hand. "Gib it ta me straight, doc," the old farmer said with tears in his eyes. "It's just as I suspected," he said as he held the X-Ray high for the farmer to see. "Old Nellie appears to have a raging case of undigestable 'why did the chicken cross the road' jokes. The bad yolks should resolve over time." ~ Merry Christmas, 2023! Inspired by a Vintage Christmas Card
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