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Show Fly in the Ointment A farmer who was always complaining com-plaining was showing the result of fine growing weather and superior skill in cultivation when his visitor visi-tor said to him: "Well, you ought to be satisfied with such crops as these. There is certainly nothing lacking. You have nothing to kick about this year." The old farmer stood in a meditating medi-tating mood for a minute, then replied: re-plied: "Well, you know, son, such crops as these are pesky hard on the soil." |