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           Athinbreezeworkedatsawingwhatleaveswereleftfromtheoaktrees,stackingthemneatlyagainstthewirecyclonefence.Therewaslittlebrownbirdsoccasionallyonthefence;whenapuffofleaveswouldhitthefencethebirdswouldflyoffwiththewind.Itlookedatfirstliketheleaveswerehittingthefenceandturningintobirdsandflyingaway.

           Itwasafinewoodsmokedautumnday,fullofthesoundofkidspuntingfootballsandtheputterofsmallairplanes,andeverybodyshould’vebeenhappyjustbeingoutsideinit.Butweallstoodinasilentbunchwithourhandsinourpocketswhilethedoctorwalkedtogethiscar.Asilentbunch,watchingthetownspeoplewhoweredrivingpastontheirwaytoworkslowdowntogawkatallthelooniesingreenuniforms.McMurphysawhowuneasywewereandtriedtoworkusintoabettermoodbyjokingandteasingthegirl,butthismadeusfeelworsesomehow.Everybodywasthinkinghoweasyitwouldbetoreturntotheward,gobackandsaytheydecidedthenursehadbeenright;withawindlikethistheseawould’vebeenjusttoorough.

           Thedoctorarrivedandweloadedupandheadedoff,meandGeorgeandHardingandBillyBibbitinthecarwithMcMurphyandthegirl,Candy;andFredricksonandSefeltandScanlonandMartiniandTademandGregoryfollowinginthedoctor’scar.Everyonewasawfullyquiet.Wepulledintoagasstationaboutamilefromthehospital;thedoctorfollowed.Hegotoutfirst,andtheservice-stationmancamebouncingout,grinningandwipinghishandsonarag.