A non-porn corn tale
Man has been committed to the lunatic asylum, his madness being that he believed that corn was growing on his legs. Whenever he was anywhere near a chicken he would scream in panic, convinced that it would start pecking at his legs.
The psychiatrist listened to him, and then nodded happily. He assured the man and his family that a few sessions of hypnotherapy he would cure the patient.
After three weeks of therapy, the psychiatrist called him into his office, and asked him how he felt.
Corn is no longer growing on my left leg, the patient said, but with the right leg, nothing doing.
Another three weeks’ therapy, after which the psychiatrist calls him into his office again.
The patient beams at him. Doctor, he says happily, my legs are now corn-free.
Excellent, says the professional, so you want to go home now?
Yes please.
The doctor signs his discharge and sees him at the gate of the asylum. It so happens that there were a few chickens scratching near the gate. The now cured man hesitates.
Do you have corn growing on your legs? the doctor asks.
No, of course not, I know that now. You and all humans know that, but those chickens are stupid, so how do I know they don’t still see corn on my legs?
