It went on for weeks until the priest, overcome with curiosity, approached her.

"My dear, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated.

"Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need, I give to the church."

"That's wonderful, but how much does he send you?" the priest asked.

"He sends me $2,000 every week," she replied proudly.

"Your son must be very successful," said the priest. "May I ask what does he do for a living?

"He is a veterinarian," she answered.

"That is a very honorable profession," the priest assured her. "Where does he practice?"