Son of a Father

Two days ago my father went down on his knees and fainted in the snow with his bicycle like a blanket over him. Fortunately he woke up in time and felt the big white cold against his cheek and the even bigger "bad black wolf" puff and blow in his face. He managed to get back inside and little frisky sister got him to hospital in time even this time. His heart was just beating 40 beats/min and his bloodpressure was extremely high. He really scared the
shit out of all of us.
Two days later everything is calm again. It was a combination of medicine levells and lack of free will. So now we will have him around for some hundred years moore. Phuuu...................