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In reply to the discussion: STOCK MARKET WATCH -- Friday, 30 March 2012 [View all]Demeter
(85,373 posts)44. Shaggy dog story from my sister
Make sure you go to the end!!!
Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were vacationing in Europe.....
as it happens, near Transylvania. They were driving in a rental car along a
rather deserted highway. It was late and raining very hard. Bob could
barely see the road in front of the car. Suddenly, the car skids out of
control! Bob attempts to control the car, but to no avail!
The car swerves and smashes into a tree.
Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks
over at the passenger seat and sees his wife unconscious, with her head
bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knows he has to
get her medical assistance.
Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road.
After a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards the light, which is
coming from a large, old house. He approaches the door and knocks.
A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately
blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've
been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt..
Can I please use your phone?"
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone.
My master is a doctor; come in, and I will get him!"
Bob brings his wife in. An older man comes down the stairs.
"I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist.. However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory."
With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs,with Bob
following closely... Igor places Betty on a table in the lab. Bob
collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor places Bob on an
adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried. "Things are
serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work
feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the
steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is here
that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a stirring,
almost haunting melody fills the house..
Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement,
and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch, keeping time to the
haunting piano music. Stunned, he watches as Bob's arm begins to rise,
marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty and Bob both sit up
straight!
Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the conservatory.
He bursts in and shouts to his master:
"Master, Master!.....
The Hills are alive with the sound of music!"
(I am soooooo sorry.....but you really should've seen that one coming!!)
You might even consider changing your e-mail address now!
What did you expect?...it's free from a demented old friend on the
Internet?
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