Lester Crownsable, an attorney and nudist, walks through a public park in New Hampshire, butt naked. Suddenly he has a stroke and can’t remember anything. He asks an old lady, feeding the pigeons, who he is.
“Your’e Gregor Kennedy, now put on some clothes you filthy bastard!”
“I’m Gregor Kennedy? If I’m Gregor Kennedy, then who, pray tell me, are you?”
“I’m Roberta Entwhistle, now take this here shawl and my umbrella and go to work!”
“Where do I work?”
“In front of this here tree. See? You’re a nut!”
The attorney stands in front of the tree for fifteen years, working as a village idiot, until one day he suddenly regains his memory.
“Now I remember everything!”
The tree looks at him and starts to laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” asks the man.
“Because of a an old joke that came to my mind.”
“Would you tell me the joke before I go home to dine with my family?”
“Certainly.” And the tree starts to tell the story of the man:
“Lester Crownsable, an attorney and nudist, walks through a public park in New Hampshire, butt naked…”
When the tree gets to the point where the tree ends the story told this far, Lester Crownsable asks:
“What happens after I go home?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a tree, not a magician.”
“You look more like a magician.”
“Why?”
“Because of that long, black hat you’re wearing!”
