Lorraine was driving through a small town in Montana and stopped at a roadside produce stand to ask where she could find a taxidermist.
The older gentleman seemed a little confused and said he didn’t think there was any around these parts.
Surprised by this, she said, “Are you sure?”
It was then he admitted he didn’t actually know what the word meant.
So she explained that a taxidermist is a man who mounts animals.
The old man’s face relaxed with a smile and said, “Oh hell, we’ve got plenty of them around here, only we call them sheepherders!”
