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          An internal dialogue by the old stork Slim

My back hurts today, and my wings are not what they used to be.
I could call in sick, but then who would deliver the new Johnson baby?
I've got to think about giving this up, but boy, would I miss it. …
and the young storks don't seem to want this job..not much danger or
excitement in it……….I'll bet in a few years all our business will
go to  FED-EX or UPS….doesn't seem right….won't be much magic
in that…. lets see,  I've got Johnson Boy in the morning..and maybe 
Gorelick twins this afternoon.  Here he is now..hair as red as fire..
isnt he a bruiser though….what? 9#, 10oz?….I'd better grab a Tylenol
first thing or I'll never make it..saw the little girls, tiny things but
boy are they sweet. Going to be a busy family for sure..
…….
Well that was a day..great fun…not like yesterday when I had to leave
that baby on the doorstep cause nobody answered the door..Worried 
and waited, glad someone finally came..seemed like a nice woman
but a bit overwhelmed…..think I made several stops here before…

………Geez--- enough for one day..I've got the best job in the world..
The best job I ever loved….." Hi Dear, what's for dinner?…….Frogs?..
my favorite…..


Based on the old folk story that told of storks delivering babies.  Something to 
tell little children who wonder where babies come from…
Most countries have their own version of this story…

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