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Cricket in New York

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Cricket in New York
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One American was walking with his Indian friend along a crowded street in New York City. The Indian suddenly exclaimed:

— I hear a cricket.

“Are you crazy,” the American answered, looking around the city’s central street crowded with people during rush hour.

Cars were scurrying around everywhere, construction workers were working, and planes were flying overhead.

“But, I really hear a cricket,” the Indian insisted, moving towards a flower bed laid out in front of a quaint building of some institution.

Then he bent down, parted the leaves of the plants and showed his friend a cricket, carefreely chirping and enjoying life.

“Amazing,” responded the friend. “You must have fantastic hearing.”

- Not really. It all depends on what you’re in the mood for,” he explained.

“I find it hard to believe,” said the American.

“Well, look,” he said and scattered a handful of coins along the side of the sidewalk.

Immediately, passers-by turned their heads and reached into their pockets to see if they had lost money.

“You see,” the Indian’s eyes flashed, “it all depends on what you’re in the mood for.”

(Dave Moriah)

Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru

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