And then he was killed!

 

(This is a real thing that happened and the guilty medical doctor is a close family member of me!)

 

Ages ago those first years as final part of the terrible welcoming process had to climb Simonsberg in the early hours of a Saturday morning.

Then worst happened, the boy's foot hooked on a rock and he felled hard. Barely breathing!

"Guys helppp, he is going to die and then we will be in big trouble!" the primarius shouted.

One of them saw light at the end of the tunnel, "My friend's dad is a doctor, let's get him to rescue him!'

They run down, jumped in the Volkswagen Beatle and all the way the doctor's house hammered on his door screaming, "Doctor, HELPPP!"

The doctor took his bag, ran to the beatle and they all went back to the mountain.

He ran up with them to where the victim was laying. The doctor gave him one look and shouted. "He needs fresh air, go away!" They all retreaded for about twenty meters.

The doctor then whispered, "Hey you, there is nothing wrong with you!"

The victim opened one eye, "Doctor, yes but please do not tell them!"

All done, the secret remained between them and the doctor was rewarded by Simonsberg with two boxes of Tassenberg!