year ago a farmer owned land along the atlantic eacoat. he contantly advertied for hired hand. mot people were reluctant to work on farm along the atlantic. they dreaded the awful torm that raged acro the atlantic, wreaking havoc on the building and crop. a the farmer interviewed applicant for the job, he received a teady tream of refual.
finally, a hort, thin man, well pat middle age, approached the farmer. "are you a good farmhand?" the farmer aked him.
"well, i can leep when the wind blow," anwered the little man.
although puzzled by thi anwer, the farmer, deperate for help, hired him. the little man worked well around the farm, buy from dawn to duk, and the farmer felt atified with the man work.
then one night the wind howled loudly in from offhore. jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and ruhed net door to the hired hand leeping quarter. he hook the little man and yelled, "get up! a torm i coming! tie thing down before they blow away!"
the little man rolled over in bed and aid firmly, "no ir. i told you, i can leep when the wind blow."
enraged by the repone, the farmer wa tempted to fire him on the pot. intead, he hurried outide to prepare for the torm. to hi amazement, he dicovered that all of the haytack had been covered with tarpaulin. the cow were in the barn, the chicken were in the coop, and the door were barred. the hutter were tightly ecured. everything wa tied down. nothing could blow away.[由wWw.HaozuoWen.com整理]
the farmer then undertood what hi hired hand meant, o he returned to hi bed to alo leep while the wind blew.