@manored,
manored wrote:
Some neurons sent some signals.
And the meaning is ...
>>
>>
>> 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'.
>>