TAXIDERMIST

One day a city slicker comes into the Knight Hawk, a neighborhood bar in Waverly, Iowa, and orders a Manhattan. The bartender glances around the room and all the other men sitting at the bar roll their eyes and start to mumble to each other.

The bartender prepares the drink and delivers it to the stranger and says, “So what kind of work are you in.?”

The stranger says, “I am a taxidermist. ”

The bartender seems startled and asks “What is that?”, as the others listen in silence.

He says, “I mount animals.”

The bartender steps back and says, “It’s OK, boys, he’s one of us.?”