 It was Doc who noticed it first. He's trained to be observant, of
course."Dudley, me lad," said Doc, "are you on a diet?"
Dud, whose body would fall into the "just right" category, shook
his head.
"Not me, Doc. Why do you ask?"
"Every day, for years, you put sugar in your coffee. You didn't
this morning."
Dud straightened himself up grandly and turned to his rapt
audience.
"I discovered something about myself, Doc. Yes, in looking over
my life, I've come to a conclusion.
"It all began right after Anita and I were married last year,"
Dud said. "One morning she came up and whispered to me that my life
would be greatly enriched if I were to remove that dead tree in the
backyard.
"Then she made me my favorite breakfast one morning -- French
toast with sourdough bread -- and she sat in my lap and said if that
sagging post on the porch were to be replaced, it just might cause
extreme happiness to burst forth upon our stage."
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"Is there a point to this?" Steve asked.
Dud sipped his coffee and grinned.
"So last month, she came up behind me and put her arms around my
neck and started feminine-wiling me and asked if I'd get my pickup
painted so she wouldn't be embarrassed when she rode with me."
"Dud," said Doc, "I can see your truck isn't painted, and I drove
by the other day and your porch post still leans, and I thought I
noticed that dead tree still out in your backyard."
"You're right, Doc. That was my big discovery and why I no longer
put sugar in my coffee."
The others stared at Dud.
Dud just grinned. "I found out I'm sucrose-intolerant."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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