After finding a doctors book in the Needmore dump, Dooley and I decided it was meant for us to be doctors.
We had gone to the dump to see if we could  shoot a few rats. We certainly didn't go there looking for books. In fact, we had a few we wanted to throw in the dump, but were afraid to do it.
Our arithmetic books and our spelling books being the primary ones we wished we could dump. We wondered if perhaps a higher powermight have been guiding us to pick that book up, because it just wasn't like Dooley to pick up any kind of book unless ordered to do so. But anyway, we had the book..
There was no doubt it was a doctor's book, because it said something about doctors right on the front cover. We used it for a while to doctor people until one of the smarty pants girls told us it was a book used by veterinarians to treat animals.
We had noticed most the pictures were of dogs, cats and cows, but we didn't see any significance in that. We had used it to diagnose Cousin Billy Clyde's problem when he had a case of hypothermia, and it was right on the money there.
Anyway, after that we confined our practice to animals, since no humans were asking for our help anyway. No dogs or cats were asking either, but we understood why Dooley had read something in a doctor's office about them taking a Hippocratic oath.
We didn't know what that was, but felt sure that there was a misspelling of one of the words. Surely it was supposed to be a hypocrites oath. We weren't real sure what an oath was, sowe just said promise instead, since one of the girls said it meant about the same thing.   
So our new hand painted sign read “hypocrites   promise.”  We made a solemn promise to be  complete hypocrites in all our doctoring. We didn't know exactly what a hypocrite was either, but we had noticed that preacher Flatt seemed to be against them in his preaching. After a long discussion, we concluded that the word meant  something completely different when referring to us doctors.
Not many days hence we happened to notice that Aunt Myrtie's old tomcat had a ring of hair missing around his tail. We mentioned to her that we were going to treat her cat for a case of the ring tail. She called us trifling boys and warned us to leave old Tom alone. We never were sure what trifling meant, but it seemed to be a popular word around Needmore, or at least we heard it a lot. It probably meant something like smart, Dooley said.
We were trying to teach Billy Clyde how to be a doctor also. Since it soon became obvious that we were going to need someone to hold old Tom for us, we allowed him to intern with us on that case. 
Billy Clyde started to argue with us right off, which is no way to learn the doctoring business. He said that ring tail was from where the string was tied on old Tom's tail the week before.
He sure did put up a fight when we grabbed him, and he scratched Billy Clyde in a couple of places. But for his own good, we knew he needed that ring tail treated.
Partly because of the fit he was throwing, and partly because of the fit Billy Clyde was throwing, we decided to give him a quick treatment and turn him loose.
Dooley poured some turpentine on it for mange germs and turned Tom loose. I declare, I believe he ran faster after the treatment for ring tail than he had with the string on his tail.
Aunt Myrtie bragged on us even more the next time she saw us than she had before. Something about trifling and something about telling our mothers.
Did we actually do that to Old Tom, you ask?  Of course I didn't, I was a good boy.
Now Dooley on the other hand,  I am not so sure about  him. These articles are meant for entertainment and should not be practiced, or even always believed... grin
I go on with some foolishness some times,  But the things of God are very serious.  I try to be serious with God. Do you?
My latest book. “Needmore Days” is due back from the printers any day now.