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“I was so frightened. I thought it was the desiccated corpse of a mouse rolling straight toward me. When it stopped at my shoe, I bent down and saw it was only a dried leaf, and what I’d thought were the ribs of the mouse skeleton, were only the leaf’s veins.”
Dr. Bob frowned. “I’ve asked you this before, and I’ll ask again. Why, if so many common objects frighten you, do you not want to wear your glasses?”
Mr. Cutler didn’t answer like he usually didn’t.
During his next session with Dr. Bob, Mr. Cutler related the fear he felt when a madman with a knife came running toward him. He was about to smash the madman’s brains with a particularly ancient and, therefore, heavy adding machine, only to realize at the last possible moment the madman was his co-worker waving a bag of muffins, not a knife.
“Mr. Cutler, this happens over and over and it’s getting worse. I feel you refuse to wear your glasses on purpose. If you are unwilling to explore why, then you can no longer be my patient.”
Fear lodged in Mr. Cutler’s heart.
Dr. Tommie, in his report to the defense attorney, stated that Mr. Cutler, who was not wearing his glasses at the time, suddenly felt Dr. Bob took on the form of an oozing alien creature from another world and, in an attempt to rescue the planet from certain doom, had to obliterate Dr. Bob completely with assistance from a souvenir Miami Beach bottle opener and a paper shredder.
The defense attorney argued to the jury that Dr. Bob’s dim lighting had added to the “alien” effect; thus, Dr. Bob had in a way, if you think about it, caused his own death. The jury, kind souls, agreed.
When the defense attorney was later found impaled on his own office furniture, the next jury wasn’t so understanding.
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