by Charlie Freed
I stood there, no slicker, no boots, torn shirt, soaking wet in mud. I took my pants off. I then took the chain and passed it up one pant leg and then down the other. Standing in my underpants, waist deep in mud, I put the chain around Jethros neck, making sure my pants protected his skin. I hooked the chain ends to the comealong and that to the farmers tractor. Dr. Freed would like to take you on a journey into...
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