Part II: A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. \u00b6 At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. \u00b6 Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates? \u00b6 The intern frowned. \u00b6 \u201cStampede!\u201d the foreman shouted, and forty thousand head of cattle thundered down on the tiny camp. The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. A left and a right. A left. Another left and right. An uppercut to the jaw. The fight was over. And so the ranch was saved. \u00b6 The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life. \u00b6 THE END<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Part II: A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. \u00b6 At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. \u00b6 Could it be that … Continue reading random quip<\/span>