Like a Fairy Tale

"You have a very long intestine," Dr S said as I was recovering in my blue johnny. "I suppose that makes sense. My father was six feet four inches tall and my mother was four nine. I guess I got his guts in her body," I said with a laugh. "My mother wanted to have a part of my intestine removed, that's when I ran away from home. Like a fairy tale isn't it? The divorce being fought through my guts."