Lucy and Ricky were crossing a busy street corner in New York City.

Out of nowhere, a car sped by, knocking Lucy to the ground. Ricky ran over to her.

"Oh, honey! Are you OK?"

"I can't feel my legs! I can't move my feet!"

"Try and relax. Help will be here, soon."

"OK, Ricky. I'm in your hands!"

Meanwhile, the driver stopped and got out of his car. Ricky faced him and hurled insults at him in Spanish!


He woke up. He found himself in bed, his sleeping wife in the other bed.

He turned the desk lamp on, got up, and walked over to her.

"Lucy. . . LUCY!"

She woke up. "Wh-what?"

He pulled the covers off her legs. "Wiggle your toes."

"HUH?!"

"Please?"

"Well, if you insist." She wiggled them.

"Oh, honey!"

He folded himself around her feet!

"I never knew you were in love with my feet!" she responded.

He got up. "I'm sorry, honey! I just had a nightmare about you."

He quickly told it to her.

"Well, forget all about it, and go back to bed."

"OK."

He got back into his bad.

"Ricky?"

"Yes, Lucy?"

"If something like that REALLY happened to me, would you take care of me?"

"For the rest of your life!"

"Oh, Ricky!"

She got out of bed and met him. They hugged and kissed. Then she went back to bed.

"Ricky?"

"Yes, Lucy?"

"Put the covers back over my feet, please!"

"Oh, sorry!"

He got up and did this.

"And don't have anymore nightmares involving me!"

"Yes, honey!"

He went back to bed and turned the light off. They settled back to sleep.