i had a friend over today who is from ireland and who is a fantastic storyteller. somehow, we got on the subject of electric fences. and i was reminded of how we spent endless hours of fun during one summer of my childhood, baiting the dimick boys into touching the electric fence that we used to string up for the horses to eat the grass off in the ditch out front of the house. those red-haired dimick boys were living out on the "harm hippen" (sp?) place not far from our house--at least for that summer. what was completely amazing was that getting them to touch that fence worked REPEATEDLY, providing endless source of amusement, all summer long. they simply never learned.
red-haired dimick boy: "what's that clicking sound?"
me: "huh? i don't hear anything..."
red-haired dimick boy: "ouch!"
i wonder what ever happened to them....
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