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"Do I look callow this morning, Doc?" said Dud as he pulled up
the chair and flipped over the cup.
"Callow? Can't say as you do, Dudley," Doc replied.
"Sallow, though," said Steve, the tall cowboy. "There is a twinge
of sallowness around the jaw line on ol' Dud there."
"Is that serious?" Dud said, grabbing his jaw.
Doc started to laugh, but Steve bumped him with a knee and
stifled the laugh while it was still in the chute.
"Serious? Dud, you mean to tell me you've never heard of
encroaching sallowness? It begins with just a semi-sallow look to
the jawbone, followed by shallow breathing and ending up in a callow
attitude."
"I didn't know attitudes could callow up on a guy, Steve," Dud
said. "When do you know you're getting the callows?"
"Usually your friends will let you know," Steve said, covering
his smile with his cup of coffee, "unless of course you discover it
for yourself by checking it out in the mirror."
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"How can you tell if it's gotten that far?"
"Simple," said Steve. "Your tongue will begin to resemble
tallow."
"Tallow tongue? Oh darn ..."
"Let's see the tongue, Dud," said Steve. "Nope. Hasn't gotten to
that point yet."
"What can I do, Doc? Hey, I'm too young for all this."
"Only one possible cure for it, Dud," Doc said, breaking into a
laugh. "If you should come down with the callow, sallow, shallow
tallows, you'd better be making some new coffee-drinking buddies,
'cause these around here will just make you sick!"
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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