To the editor:
When I was a child, my father took me on a hike where we came across a pile of deer droppings. The droppings looked much like a pile of Milk Duds candy. So, I said to my father, “Hey, Dad, look.”
Dad replied, “Yep, looks like a big pile of smart pills.”
“Smart pills?” I asked.
“Sure, try one,” Dad said.
So I did.
After eating only one, I said, “Dad, those smart pills taste like crap.”
He replied, “See, you’re getting smarter already.”