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            [June 
			01, 2013]  
  
"From 
			the cow to the plow, Dewey," Windy said, leaning on a shovel. Windy 
			Wilson was on another of his "helper days," and today it was Dewey 
			Decker's turn to be helped.  | 
        
            |  "What do you mean, Windy?" "You know ... a slogan for the 
			business. From the cow to the plow. Fertilizer. Farming." He was helping Dewey spread some product around at Mrs. Simmons' 
			yard, helping her anticipate a greener lawn this summer. Besides 
			enriching the English language at every possible moment, Alphonse 
			"Windy" Wilson devotes one day each week to helping someone, for 
			free, here in the valley. He usually calls it his "enrichelating 
			experience." Windy went back to Dewey's pickup for the steel rake. "What 
			you're doing here," Windy tossed back over his shoulder, "is plowing 
			backly into our community the veriatable seedlets of hope and change 
			for the future. Yes, if I can coagulate some ideas for assisticating 
			your business, I'm delightable. We need ya, boy!" 
			
			 "Thanks, Windy. Everyone's been so nice. You know Emily's coming 
			up with new ways of using cow manure so we can ... well, spread out 
			a bit more." "Absotively. I heard that sweet little chickadee of yours was 
			masticating some ideas that are ultra noo voe and knife bladely 
			sharp. She's a honey." "She sure is. She thinks we might get a steel tank and pour 
			manure in it, then fill it with water. She says they call it 
			'fertilizer tea' or something and it's good to spray on crops." [to top of second 
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			 "No foolin'? Won't you have to buy one a them sprayer thingies to 
			drag behind a tractor?" Dewey stopped shoveling and thought. "Now that you mention it, 
			we'd have to have some way to get it on the field. But you know 
			about me and machinery ..." Dewey's being monumentally self-destructive around anything 
			valuable, movable or sharp was certainly no secret. "Why, son," Windy said, "you just worry about getting that 
			tractor ignitified, and I'll drive 'er for you." "You'd do that?" Windy put his hand on his heart. "Dewey, my word is my blonde." [Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
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