Mrs. Slocum came down from the mountain every year to the settlement clinic where she gave birth. Every year. For fourteen years. As they bundled up the newborn baby—her fifteenth—and put it in her arms as she was about to head back up to her mountain home, the doctor said, "Well, I guess we'll see you again next year, eh, Mrs. Slocum?"

"Nope!" sez Mrs. Slocum.

"No?" sez the doctor. "You're not having any more children?"

"Nope!" sez Mrs. Slocum. "We found out what wuz doin' it!"

Don Firth