In the back woods of Scotland, Ian's wife went into labor in the middle of
the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery.
To
keep the nervous father-to-be busy, the doctor handed him a lantern and said:
"Here, you hold this high so I can see what I'm doing." Soon, a wee baby boy
was brought into the world.
"Whoa there, Ian!" said the doctor. "Don't
be in a rush to put the lantern down...I think there's yet another wee one to
come yet."
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a bonnie
lass.
"No, no, don't be in a great hurry to be putting down that
lantern, lad...It seems there's yet another one besides!" cried the
doctor.
Then Ian scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the
doctor: "Do ye think it's the light that's attractin' them?"
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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