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Laugh
it up
By Melissa Martin
A weird and wild sound that trickles or gushes out of a human being is
labeled laughter. Ha-ha-ho-ho-ho. Hee-hee-ha-ha-ha. Hee-ha-ho. Hee-haw.
Tee-hee. Have you laughed so hard that you snorted? Have you giggled so
much that tears spelled out? Bwahaha! Woah, oh, oh, oh! Hah, hah, hah!
Chuckle, giggle, titter, snicker, guffaw, cackle, snort. What sounds do
you make when you laugh?
Do you remember Mr. Cartoon, a television show for children, on WSAZ-TV
in Huntington, West Virginia? Jule Huffman is the host I watched. And
his animal sidekick, known as Beeper. How I enjoyed the Beeper twist!
My grandma Hila hailed from Kentucky. And sometimes my grandpa Russ
would try to get her riled up by telling Kentuckian jokes. The feud
between Ohioans and Kentuckians is long over and so are the jokes.
World Laughter Day takes place on the first Sunday in May of every
year. www.worldlaughterday.com.
According to the Mayo Clinic website, “Whether you're guffawing at a
sitcom on TV or quietly giggling at a newspaper cartoon, laughing does
you good. Laughter is a great form of stress relief, and that's no
joke…Laughter enhances your intake of oxygen-rich air, stimulates your
heart, lungs and muscles, and increases the endorphins that are
released by your brain.” www.mayoclinic.org/.
The following humorous story has been circulating on the internet. I
couldn’t find the author’s name.
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid
her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened
to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm
sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away." The distressed
woman wailed, "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure. Your duck is
dead," replied the vet.
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any
testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a
few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner
looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front
paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few
minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and
also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on
its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the
room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this
is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a
bill, which he handed to the woman.. The duck's owner, still in shock,
took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is
dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the
bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan,
it's now $150."
Ha-ha-ho-ho-ho. Hee-hee-ha-ha-ha. Hee-ha-ho. Hee-haw. Tee-hee. Bwahaha!
Woah, oh, oh, oh! Hah, hah, hah!
Melissa Martin, Ph.D, is an author, columnist, educator, and therapist.
She lives in Southern Ohio.
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