| A little girl came running into the house bawling her eyes out and cradling her hand, "Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!" she wailed. "Why do you want a glass of cider?" asked her mom. "I cut my hand on a thorn and I want the pain to go away!" Confused but weary of the child's whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it. "Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn't work!" she whined. "What are you talking about?" asked mom. "What ever made you think that cider would ease the pain?" "Well, I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can't wait to get it in cider." |