The sign upon the cafe wall said:
"How quaint," the blue-eyed sweetheart
said, with some bewildermence, "I didn't
know they served such fare out here
upon the plain?"
"Oh sure," her cowboy date replied,
"We're really quite urbane,"
"I would guess they're either Chesa-
peak or Bluepoint, don't you think?"
"No ma'am, they're mostly hereford
cross.... and mostly they're pink.
But I've been cold, so cold myself,
what you say could be true.
And if a man looked close enough
they're points could sure be blue!"
She said "I gather them myself out
on the bay alone. I pluck them
from the murky depths and smash
them with a stone!"
The cowboy winced, imagining a
calf with her beneath
"Me, I use a pocketknife and yank'em
with my teeth."
"Oh my," she said, "you animal! How
crude and unrefined! Your masculine
assertiveness sends shivers up my
spine! But I prefer a butcher knife
too dull to really cut. I wedge it in on
either side and crack it like a nut!
I pry them out. If they resist, some-
times I use the pliers or even some-
times Grandpa's pruning shears, if
that's what it requires!"
The hair stood on the cowboy's
neck. His stomach did a whirl. He'd
never heard such grisly talk,
especially from a girl.
"I like them fresh," the sweetheart
said, and laid her menu down.
Then ordered oysters for them both
when the waiter came around.
The cowboy smiled gamely, though
her words stuck in his craw.
But he finally fainted dead away when
she said.............;
I'll have mine RAW!!!

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