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"I feel more like I do now than I did a few
minutes ago"
-- Marguerite Johnson |
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It was autumn, and the Indians on the
remote reservation asked their new Chief if the
winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was an
Indian Chief in a modern society, he had never been
taught the old secrets, and when he looked at the
sky he couldn't tell what the hell the weather was
going to be. Nevertheless, to be on the safe side,
he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed
going to be cold and that the members of the village
should collect wood to be prepared.
Being a practical leader, after several days he got
an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the
National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming
winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold
indeed," the Meteorologist at the weather service
responded. So the Chief went back to his people and
told them to collect even more wood in order to be
prepared.
One week later he called the National Weather
Service again. "Is it going to be a very cold
winter?" he asked. "Yes," the man at National
Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a
very cold winter." The Chief again went back to his
people and ordered them to collect every scrap of
wood they could find.
Two weeks later he called the National Weather
Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the
winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It looks like it's
going to be one of the coldest winters ever."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked. The
weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting
firewood like crazy". |
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