"How'd it happen?" the doctor asked the middle-aged
farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.

"Well, doc, 25 years ago ..."

"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your
leg this morning."

"Like I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started
working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone
to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my
room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted.
I said, "No, everything is fine."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure," I said.

"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she wanted
to know.

"I reckon not," I replied.

"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What does this story
have to do with your leg?"

"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained,
"When it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off
the roof!"