Subject: The weather report

>The National Weather Service
>
>
>It was November, and the Indians on a remote reservation asked their new
>Chief
>if the 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, and when he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the weather
>was going to be.  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 be prepared and collect wood.
>After several days though, he got an idea.  Being a practical leader of a
>modern tribe, he 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

   Senility Prayer

God grant me the senility

To forget the people

I never liked anyway.

The good fortune

To run into the ones I do

And the eyesight

To tell the difference.