Late fall
and the Indians on a remote reservation in North Dakota asked their new chief
if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.
Since he was
a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he
looked at the sky, he couldn’t tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was
indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect
firewood to be prepared. But, 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,” he was responded.
So the chief
went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to
be prepared.
A week
later, he called the National Weather Service again, “Does it still look like
it is going to be a very cold winter?”
“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
firewood they could find.
Two weeks
later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. “Are you absolutely
sure that the winter is going to be very cold?”
“Absolutely,”
the man replied. “It’s looking more and more like it is going to be one of the
coldest winters we’ve ever seen.”
“How can you
be so sure?” the chief asked.
The
weatherman replied, “The Indians are collecting a shitload of firewood.”
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