The Bostonian Flatlander (that was his last name. I wouldn’t want anyone to accuse me of making fun of Bostonians or Flatlanders) says to the two men skinnin the mule, “Tell me something, would you? Why are you Mainers so smart?”
Well, Otis he swelled all up ya know cause he thinks of himself as being almost as smart as Cliff Claven and he answers right back, “That’s because we eat a lot of moose meat and moose meat is brain food - makes ya smahht! If ya think ya might be interested in trying some, I’d be glad to sell ya a little.”
The Bostonian Flatlander said he’d like that and so, Otis dissappeared for a few minutes and returned with a tiny package of meat - about a half pound.
Otis handed the package to the Bostonian Flatlander and said, “That’ll be $10.00.”
The man paid Otis and left. Otis and Gabby got back to their chore of skinnin the mule.
Lo and behold, one month almost to the day went by and Otis and Gabby were still skinnin that same ole mule (not really, but it makes a better story), when Mr. Bostonian Flatlander appears from out of nowhere.
Otis stopped what he was doing, which wasn’t much, and said to the man, “I remember you. I sold you some brain food about a month ago. So, tell me, do ya feel any smahhtah?”
“No I don’t really think so,” Bostonian Flatlander said. “And I was thinking. I think $10.00 is an awful lot of money to pay for such a small piece of meat!”
Otis quickly replied, “Well there, see, it’s working already!”