years ago a farmer owned land along the atlantic seacoast. he constantly advertised for hired hands. most people were reluctant to work on farms along the atlantic. they dreaded the awful storms that raged across the atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. as the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.
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.
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the little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "no sir. i told you, i 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 tightly 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.
