M: Guess who I met yesterday. W: Thomas. M: Oh. Did somebody tell you? W: No. M: I can't imagine how you guessed then. W: Well, you told me he was back from Canada, you know. M: Oh, did I? Yes, he got back three days ago. W: And have you found out what he's been doing over there? M: He's told me all about it. W: Come on, then, you tell me. M: Well, you know he wanted to try an open-air life, but he couldn't decide whether he should be a cowboy or a lumberjack. W: So what did he do? M: First of all, he got a job as a cowboy, but he wasn't very good at it. W: Oh, why not? M: Well, for one thing, he could never remember which horse was his. W: That certainly sounds like Thomas. Once he forgot which girl he'd taken to a dance. M: Anyhow, he wasn't a very good rider, either. The horse could never understand where he wanted to go. W: Oh, yes. That must have been awkward. M: Yes, he often got completely lost. W: So I suppose he began to wonder if he'd better be a lumberjack instead? M: Yes, that's right. W: Was he any more successful? M: Well, not really. You see he kept forgetting how dangerous the work was. W: So what happened? M: He cut down a large tree and didn't realise which way it would fall. W: Oh dear. Was he badly hurt? M: Only a broken leg. But while he was in hospital he made up his mind what he really wanted to do. W: Oh, good. What is it? M: He decided to come back to England and get married next month.