--Dinner at the Klutz farm--<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Nibble? She's gonna EAT me! But you're right. Maybe if I take her for a ride, she'll trust me more."</em></div><br/>"Are you sure you don't work late nights at the comedy theater?" Clara asked him. "If she throws you, she will pick you up by the seat and drag your butt back here. Then you can say she took a bite. I don't think it would be wise Dukey to ride Piranha with half your brain numbed by booze, but hey, it's yer butt on the line. I will just have to explain to our child why their Daddy has only half a caboose to sit on." Clara said with a straight face, but was only teasing Dukey, and was enjoying making him the target of her fun.<br/><br/>"I think we should talk to Minister Mac, Dukey, he is new, and younger and I bet he knows when life begins. My personal belief is that life begins when the fertile boy parts meet with the fertile girl parts. Baby makes three and all that, but if you don't know that we have a live baby floating in here, well, you need to find out now."<br/><br/>Clara mumbles under her breath how such an educated guy like Dukey Pookie, could come up with some of the strangest notions. She calls Minister Mac, getting his voice mail. "Minister Mac, this is Clara Klutz. Dukey Pookie and I need a counseling session on the facts of life. Fact number one, we are pregnant and he don't have a clue about babies. Please call me back." She left her number and hung up the phone.<br/><br/>"Where is everyone today, geez all I get is voice mail?"