Finally, a short, thin
man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "Are you a good
farmhand?" the farmer asked him.
"Well, I can sleep
when the wind blows," answered the little man.
Although puzzled by
this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked
well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied
with the man's work.
Then one night the wind
howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the fanner grabbed a
lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook
the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming tie things down
before they blow away!"
The little man rolled
over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, can sleep when the wind
blows. "
Enraged by the
response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried
outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of
the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the
chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were
tight1y secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer
then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also
sleep while the wind blew. .
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