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CONTAGIOUS

 

 

CONTAGIOUS

 

 

 

 

I SENT MY STORY “FIDDLE FADDLING” THAT'S ON "TEXAS BOB'S WORLD.COM", TO A FRIEND OF MINE AND BEFORE LONG I HAD A REPLY FROM HER.  THIS IS HER REPLY:

 

Dear Loren: 

 

This morning I was straightening our office before beginning to pay bills.  I had some credit card offers and some of those annoying "checks" that the credit card I already have sends regularly to lure me into spending  more money. I needed to shred them, but not having a shredder, I walked into the kitchen for a pair of scissors.

Passing the door to the outside on the way to the kitchen, I found my little dog, Mopps, panting to do his morning job so I took him outside. 

 

While I was waiting for him I noticed some dying flower head that needed to be removed near my front door.  From there I wandered over to the flowers growing in front of the sunroom to see if the little darlings also needed beheaded. On the way there I stumbled over a dead bird and a pile of better dog poop from the dog Charlie who lives next door. I came back into the house for a plastic bag for the dead bird and the pile of poop. 

 

On the way to the bird and the pile, I found Mopps panting from the heat so I went back to the front door to let him in. I found I was also panting, so I headed to the garage to the Coke refrigerator and got a coke.  I am in the garage, the garage door is open and I notice a plant by the door is wilting so I set my Coke down, fill a watering can with water and head out to water the flowers. 

 

Now, what am I doing with this plastic bag in my hand, Oh, I was picking up poop and a dead bird.  So I do that fine job and water my flowers.  I am on my way inside when the mailman brings the mail which I might as well pick up before I go in. I am in the house in my easy chair reading the magazine which came in the mail and I miss my Coke. It is outside sitting beside the  watering can which is sitting beside the plastic bag full of dead bird and poop which is sitting by the flowers (the ones by the sunroom) . I finally deadhead those flowers, Throw the bag full in the trash, take the watering can back to the garage, and pick up my coke.  I go in by the front door and there is my other dog, Tracer, waiting to go out to do his morning job...................................I am back in the office and what was I doing.............I know, I am going to cut up those credit card offers and worthless "checks"  and begin paying my bills........Now where are those scissors??????????????? 

 

Love, your friend,

Donna

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I ANSWERED HER AND APOLOGIZED FOR SENDING HER MY STORY “ FIDDLE FADDLING.”  I TOLD HER I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS CONTAGIOUS!

 

SHE ASKED ME IF THERE WAS A CURE FOR IT?

 

“I DON’T KNOW OF ANY CURE AND I DON’T THINK YOU CAN BE INOCULATED AGAINST IT.  ONCE YOU HAVE IT YOUR DOOMED FOR LIFE.”

 

“SO ALL YOU PEOPLE THAT READ MY STORY FIDDLE FADDLING ON "Texas BOB'S WORLD", ALL I CAN SAY IS, GO GET YOUR JAR OF JIF PEANUT BUTTER AND DROWN YOUR SORROWS.  THAT IS BETTER THAN DROWNING THEM IN JACK DANIELS OR BUD WEISER.

 

I’LL TRY NOT TO CONTAMINATE YOU WITH ANY MORE MALADIES.

 

 

  BY LOREN MOORE

COPYRIGHT 2003

LOREN

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