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Maybe that's what brought us a spring visit from the local art
teacher, Janice Thompson. She's the one who couldn't get accepted
into the regional art shows with her own work until she loaded a
12-gauge shotgun with paint pellets and blasted a sheet of plywood.
Won first prize in the "ballistic" school of art. So in she came
the other day, sauntering up to the philosophy counter at the Mule
Barn truck stop and ordering coffee with mouthwash-flavored cream
stuff in it. We who regularly meet for summit conferences here at
the world dilemma think tank are always grateful for these visits
from Janice, because we like to test whether our ideas run in double
harness with avant-garde thinking.
"Boys," she said, "it is an overwhelming pleasure to see you
gathered here again within these hallowed halls to welcome the onset
of spring. We haven't seen this much philosophical talent gathered
here since... yesterday?"
"That'd be about right, Janice," said Doc. Doc is our unofficial
leader because he has lots of initials after his name and he can cut
people open and fix them.
"Yep," she said. "Today I rake my leaves."
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"Little late on that, aren't you?" Dud asked.
"Nope," she said. "Just right."
She took a sip and turned to us, focusing her avant-gardity on us
like a laser.
"Most of us rake leaves in the fall, right?"
A general nodding took place.
"And then we go out and buy mulch to put around the tender shoots
coming up from below to protect them from snow, right? And then in
the spring we rake away some of the mulch to allow sunshine in,
right?"
More nodding.
"Well, I let the fall leaves do the mulching and only rake once a
year. The way everyone else does it is like that silly woman I met
who paid $30 to get her poodle clipped and then bought him a $40
sweater to keep him warm."
[Slim Randles]
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