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After a sunset walk in Wisconsin woods,
David Fischer took a long, hot shower and found,
with his soapy fingers, an unfamiliar “tag”—a deer
tick it turned out to be—on his deerrière. Fischer
sought the assistance of a friendly female nurse
with whom he is closely acquainted, and the nurse
used tweezers to pry the trespassing creature out of
Fischer’s flesh. The difficulty of the task surprised her,
and she mentioned it the next morning to a neighbor,
an elderly outdoorsman who told her of an occasion
on which a tick attached itself to a part of his body such
that Fischer was able to make, when he was told of it,
a somewhat obvious rhyme. When he had finished
joking about the other man’s misfortune, Fischer asked
the nurse for details, but she had been less curious than Dave.
If we find out what you perhaps
are wondering, we will (perhaps)
file here a supplemental report.
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