Steven went to a psychiatrist. “ Doctor,” he said, “ I’ve got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I

think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed; then I think there’s somebody on top of it.

Top , under, top, under. You’ve got to help me! I’m going crazy!”

“ Just put yourself in my hands for two years,” said the doctor. “Come to me three times a week,

and I’ll cure your fears.”

“ How much do you charge?”

“ A hundred dollars a visit.”

“ I’ll think about it,” said Steven.

Six months later the doctor met Steven on the street. “ Why didn’t you ever come to see me

again?” asked the psychiatrist.

“ For a hundred bucks a visit? A carpenter cured me for ten dollars.”

“ Is that so? How?”

“ He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”

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