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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