So, John was again at the doctor's office: Dr., there is an alligator under my bed.
Doctor: Right, John. What size?
John: Size of life!
Doctor: Have you been feeding and sleeping well, John?
John: I little sleep, Doctor. I am always worried about the alligator.
Doctor: Right. Anything that happened lately that made you be upset?
John: My wife had to travel to another state. She left two days ago.
Doctor: When did the alligator appear, John?
John: Two days ago.
Doctor: I am going to prescribe some sleeping tablets and I want you to take them with no miss.
John: What about the alligator, Doctor?
Doctor: I am thinking it will disappear after you take these tablets, John.
John: It looks pretty real to me.
Doctor: They all look like that. Trust me, John. It will disappear.
(One week passes. Two weeks. Three. Six months)
The Doctor decides to call John. His wife answered.
Doctor: Who is there?
Doctor: Is John there? Can I speak to him?
Pietra: He is not here anymore.
Doctor: Why? What happened?
Pietra: The alligator ate him!