His mouth was as dry and as parched as the lake. The bright sun reflected off the side mirror of the truck,
and Stanley had to shield his eyes with his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Sir,” said Magnet, as he took his canteen from him.
“You thirsty, Caveman?” Mr. Sir asked. “Yes, Mr. Sir,” Stanley said, handing his canteen to him.
Mr. Sir opened the nozzle, and the water flowed out of the tank, but it did not go into Stanley’s canteen.
Instead, he held the canteen right next to the stream of water. Stanley watched the water splatter on the dirt,
where it was quickly absorbed by the thirsty ground. Mr. Sir let the water run for about thirty seconds, then stopped.
“You want more?” he asked. Stanley didn’t say anything. Mr. Sir turned the water back on, and again Stanley watched it pour onto the dirt.
“There, that should be plenty.” He handed Stanley his empty canteen.
Stanley stared at the dark spot on the ground, which quickly shrank before his eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Sir,” he said.
There was a doctor in the town of Green Lake, one hundred and ten years ago.
His name was Dr. Hawthorn. And whenever people got sick, they would go see Doc Hawthorn.
But they would also see Sam, the onion man. “Onions! Sweet, fresh onions!” Sam would call,
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