The farms paramedic and polish keeper by unknowing autor translated by Ann Wood

A farmer's paramedic had to go to the city and not close the medical post - he left the polish keeper inside. He returned two hours later and asks:
- Is anyone coming?
- Comes one - cry has constipation! Explain it, I know this constipation I know above the yellow bottle of the castor oil, I used a two-teaspoon of man!
- And what?
"Well, he's gone slowly, then hurried!
- Well, you've done well. Another comes!
- Oh, there's one with a disorder!
- So what?
"Well, I do not understand the rest of you!" I also have two spoons on it!
- And what?
"Well, he was hurrying, and he walked slowly!
- There were more patients!
"Well, one sneezed a lot.
"And you still the same?"
- That I do not understand anything else! I took him two spoons and now see him right there in the corner deca shines, but does he dare to sneeze? ...

Short story by Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-03 at 22:42

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