Joan went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," she said, "I’ve got big troubles. Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. Am I going crazy?"
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink, "Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars per visit."
"I’ll sleep on it," said Joan. six months later the doctor met Joan on the street.
"Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred bucks a visit? No way! Instead, I went on one of those ‘Dude Ranch’ vacations, and an old cowboy cured me for the price of a bottle of whiskey."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain’t nobody under there now!!!"
See? Cowboys are smart!