It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South 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,' the
> meteorologist at the weather service 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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