A Cold, Cold Winter
It was autumn, and the Indians on a 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 times, he had never been taught the old secrets and, when he looked at the sky, he couldn't really tell what the weather was going to be.
Nevertheless, so as not to lose face, 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.
But also, being a practical leader, he decided to seek advice from experts. 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.
A week later he called the National Weather Service again.
"Is it still going to be a cold winter?" he asked.
"Yes," the man at the 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 this winter is going to be very cold?" he asked for a third time.
"Absolutely," the weatherman replied. "In fact, 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 gathering wood like crazy !!!"