>From: k7ytl1@juno.com (ROLLAND V WATSON)
>Subject: Forwrded from N7RDK
>
>Cedric the penguin was driving through the Arizona desert on his
>daily milk round when his truck starts to play up. Espying a
>garage in the distance, he coaxes his vehicle to it, and
>asks the mechanic to have a look at it.
>
>Finding the heat of the Arizona sun unbearable, as penguins are wont
>to do, Cedric retreats into the cafe and has a couple of cooling
>drinks. Still hot, he then has some ice-cream, but as penguins are not
>built to handle ice-cream (flippers being most unsuitable), most of
>the ice-cream ends up over him.
>
>Covered with ice-cream, he wanders back to where the mechanic is
>finishing up.
>
>"How are things going" asks Cedric
>
>"It look like you've blown a seal" says the mechanic.
>
>"No," replies Cedric, "It's ice-cream."
>
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