ow'd you do it?" the doctor asked as he was setting farmer Joe's broken leg.

"Well Doc," said Joe, "It's like this. Twenty-five years ago ..."

"Never mind what happened twenty-five years ago, Joe," interrupted the doctor, "How did you break your leg this morning?"

"Like I was sayin', Doc, it was twenty-five years ago, and I was hired for doin' chores at Ol' Man Hanley's place. I finished my work, and as I'm gettin' into bed, his daughter comes in, asks if everything's alright.

I said, yup, everything's fine.
She said, 'Is there anything I can do for you?'
I said, no, I reckon I'm fine.
She asked me, 'Are you sure there ain't nothin' I can do for you?'
I said 'Well, I reckon not.' And she left."

"Joe, that's a good story," said the doctor, "but what does that have to do with breaking your leg this morning?"

"Well, as I was fixin' the barn, I figured out what she was talkin' about and fell off the roof."