A lady from California, who was a tree hugger and a vociferous anti-hunter,
purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large tree on one of the
highest points in the tract. She wanted to get a good view of the natural
splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. As she neared the
top, she encountered a spotted owl that attacked her.
In her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and got
many splinters in her crotch.
In considerable pain, she hurried to the nearest country doctor. She told
him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was, and how she came to
get all the splinters.
The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her to go
into the examining room and he would see if he could help her.
She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor reappeared.
The angry lady demanded, "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of Land
Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational area
and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."
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