Imagine you had a friend who gave different answers to the same question, depending on how you asked it. “What’s the capital of Peru?” would get one answer, and “Is Lima the capital of Peru?” would get another. You’d probably be a little worried about your friend’s mental faculties
Answer to the first question is "Lima", answer to the 2nd question is "Yes". Those are different answers.
Many MANY years ago for some high school assignment we were supposed to find some short story/folk tale to read and then stand up and talk about it in class.
Somehow I found a folk tale about a guy walking home from town and he attracted the attention of some small devil.
It was a cold day and as the devil followed the man home it saw the man blowing on his hands and asked, "Why do you blow on your hands?"
The man replied, "Because my hands are cold."
Making back home, with the little devil still following, the man makes himself something hot to drink. He blows on the hot beverage before taking a drink. The little devil asks, "Why do you blow on your drink?", to which the man replied, "Because my drink is hot."
At this point, the devil loses its shit, tells the man he's insane and fucks right off.
Answer to the first question is "Lima", answer to the 2nd question is "Yes". Those are different answers.
Many MANY years ago for some high school assignment we were supposed to find some short story/folk tale to read and then stand up and talk about it in class.
Somehow I found a folk tale about a guy walking home from town and he attracted the attention of some small devil.
It was a cold day and as the devil followed the man home it saw the man blowing on his hands and asked, "Why do you blow on your hands?"
The man replied, "Because my hands are cold."
Making back home, with the little devil still following, the man makes himself something hot to drink. He blows on the hot beverage before taking a drink. The little devil asks, "Why do you blow on your drink?", to which the man replied, "Because my drink is hot."
At this point, the devil loses its shit, tells the man he's insane and fucks right off.
That quote made me think of this story.
link pls
Link to what?
I'm 99.99% positive it was from some collection of folk tales. Only I can't remember if it was some book that my mom had or from the school library.
the book or tale... but it seems it is not with you sadly... thanks for sharing though!
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