Rabies Scare aka In Shape

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodlands, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster, in the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car.

Ranger Bill, his mind alert, a ready smile, unswerving, loyal to his mission. And all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Don't! So let's stop!

Okay, George. What's wrong, George? Running out of gas? You know it. Say, what's wrong with health kick you're on? That's nothing new. I believe all Christian fellows should be in top physical condition. Why? What's being a Superman got to do with being a Christian?

Here we have two Christian young men with conflicting ideas about what kind of physical condition young Christian fellow should be in. But you'll be able to draw your own conclusions after you hear this story.

Give me horses any day. What's the matter pal? You don't like these modern contraptions as Stumpy would say? Right. It is a little boring just riding around in our patrol car. Now, maybe you like to ride trail like that young fellow ahead is doing, huh?

Oh, looks like Don. I'm afraid I'm not that energetic. Don? Don who? But Don Ferguson, he's in high school. He'll be a fine athlete someday. You know him, Bill. He goes to our church. Oh, yes.

He has now, I've lazy him. Let's have a little fun. You gonna pitch him for speeding? Something like that. Hi, Mr. Jefferson. Henry? Hi, Don. I say that young fella, where's the fire? Huh? What fire?

Sure now I don't play anything with my land. You know you're exceeding the run-in speed limit of few miles an hour? Hey, since when is there a speed limit on running? Aw, come on, Mr. Jefferson, you're kidding me.