He went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble.
Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it.
Doc, you've gotta help me, I'm going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the
psychiatrist. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll
cure your fears. But will cost you a lot".
A month later,doctor called him and asked -"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" I am fine now. I got cut the legs off the bed!"
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