I have a by-line at the Carrot Ranch Saloon. Thank you to Jim Deascher for the wheelchair demonstration.
“Kid! Are you up there in thet Poet-Tree? Git down from there!”
“Yer barkin’ up the write tree, Pal, but leave me alone. I’m a settin’ up here workin’ on ma standup material. We gotta have some kinda ennertainment fer the folks this week.”
“Yep, thet’s whut I wanted ta talk ta ya about. Kid, ya ever noticed they’s a lot a vets aroun’ here?”
“Duh, Pal, the Ranch is jist down the road. A course they’s vets aroun’. Like if one a the hosses gits sick. The vets come from the hoss-pital. Oh, gotta write that down.”
“No, Kid, vets.”
“Right, the doctors that come check on the cattle, give ‘em their im-moo-nizations. See what I did there? Oh, I…
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