Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 16:04:19 -0500 (EST) From: Rudolph Subject: BLAGUES-L: Rudolph From: Philippe Reid From lmcanca Fri Nov 15 12:57:09 1996 This is the first sign of X-mas... In one of the remote camps out on the Bering Straits Rudolph was in a bad mood. He had always been a admirer of the comunists but after the brakeup of the Soviets people paid little attention to him. "It is just the weather," explained Mary. "I think it is going to snow." "It is not going to snow," stated Rudolph. "It is going to rain." "It can't possibly rain at this time of year, but it does look like snow," said Mary as soothingly as possible. "Rain!" said Rudolph, in a most impolite manner. "Snow!" insisted Mary. The exchange got louder and louder, until it was interupted by the sounds of raindrops beginning to fall. Andrew, who was Mary's husband, began to laugh and laugh. "And what is so funny?" asked Mary. To which Andrew replied, "It is just that Rudolph, the red, knows rain dear."