No Sleep Tonight!

"Doctor," Winston exhaled, assuming the position on the psychiatrist's couch, "I feel sheepish admitting this, but I've been baaad baaad."

Dr. Churchill glanced at him over her glasses. "What did you do this time?"

Winston blushed, turning his ivory wool pink. He whispered. "I...I used up all of the pills ewe gave me. The insomnia's worse!"

The doctor stared at her patient. "I cannot possibly prescribe you a higher dose or allow you a refill yet-"

"But-"

"Shhh!...Shhh!...Have you ever considered counting people?"

"Counting? People? I...I-"

"You've never done it. Perhaps I should have suggested it sooner, but your blood levels alarmed me such that I thought the pills would be the best place to start. Now, I fear that you are getting severly dependent on them, so we much search for alternatives. I think that counting people will work nicely."

"Oh...oh...kay."

"It's very simple. You just picture the bipeds doing something mundane, like maybe going through the line at their grocers... Try it for one week and let me know how it goes."

ONE WEEK LATER:

"So", Dr. Churchill addressed her patient, "How did the people-counting go?"

"Fine...until the guy with the lamb chops went through the line!"