Pushkin.

Milford, Kansas, 1917.

A 46-year-old farmer walks into the local drugstore and bashfully asks the town's young doctor

if you can talk to him about a rather delicate matter.

Although John Romulus Brinkley is a newcomer to the rural Kansas town,

he's proven himself by helping the locals through a recent flu epidemic.

Sensing the man's embarrassment, the doctor ushers him into a back room.

The problem is, the man explains hesitatingly, he's lacking in pep. His attires are flat. In short,

he can't get it up. He and his wife long for a child to complete their family.

Can the doctor help?

Brinkley explains that he's tried treating the sexually weak

with serums and tinctures and even electricity, but nothing has worked.

Then, remembering his time working at an abattoir, Brinkley jokes,

you wouldn't have any trouble if you had a pair of those buck glands in you.

Well, why don't you put him in? asked the farmer.

Brinkley will later say that he felt sickened by the idea

and tried to halt the conversation by explaining the grave health risks,

but the farmer is desperate to father a child and willing to give anything a go.

I don't have a goat, the doctor protests.

I do, the farmer replies.

And so late one night, the farmer, along with his billy goat,

pays a visit to the doctor's office for a testicle transplant.

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