"Whenever we get tired of breathing the same air," said Doc, "along comes spring." "Yep," Dud said. "I breathed some this morning that came from the next state. I could taste at least two mountain ranges in it as well as a coal-burning whatchamacallit." "I like spring, though," Doc said. "It always calls for a new set of clothes." Steve looked up from his coffee. "You buy a new suit in springtime, Doc?" "You never heard of spring fashions?" "Must've missed that, out on the ranch." "Naturally, spring brings to us," Doc said, in his I–coulda-been-a-college-professor voice, "wind from all directions, cleansing us, refreshing us..." "Knocking over full-grown cows..." Steve added. "...yes, that too. And with the blessings of spring, we discover all kinds of interesting information. Such as, what are the neighbors to windward doing these days? Well, go look in the hedge and you'll see the Thompson kids have switched from regular potato chips to barbecue. There's the empty bag. You know that new guy? Drinks wine. Couple of empties rolled past my porch just yesterday. His dog was trying to catch them. Can you turn those in for money?" "Dogs? I don't think so." "Wine bottles. Oh well, anyway, I like to go out and watch the little calves snort and run around in the wind." Steve said, "I can tell you it isn't a whole buncha fun riding colts when the wind comes up. They're pretty goosy to start with and the wind only makes things worse. They get rollers in their noses and start thinking rocks and fence posts are sneaking up on them." "That's the truth," Dud said. "So the mild zephyrs that refresh us," Doc said, waving his arms pontifically, "grow and flourish until the neighbor's cinder blocks start blowing by, and we can learn to lean as we walk..." "Right, Doc," Steve said, "but you said we need new clothes for spring?" "You betcha. Clothes with big pockets in 'em. That way you can fill them with rocks for ballast."
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