A local veterinarian in a small town in Maine was known for his wry humor. He surpassed himself one summer day when a city dog was brought to him after an encounter with a porcupine.
After almost an hour of prying, pulling, cutting and stitching, he returned the dog to its owner, who asked what she owed.
“Fifteen dollars, Ma’am,” he answered.
“Why that’s simply outrageous!” she stormed. “That’s what’s wrong with you Maine people, you’re always trying to over charge summer visitors. What do you do in the winter, when you’re not gypping tourists?”
The vet smiled at the woman. “I raise porcupines, Ma’am.”