I Love Jokes And Riddles
On a crisp Fall morning a farmer went out to cut firewood for the winter.
He cut, split and stacked for six hours and then, just as he was getting done for the day, he saw an elderly Indian by the fence. He went to say hello and the Indian said "How. You have-um smoke?", so the farmer handed over his tobacco pouch and the Indian helped himself to a pipeful, lit up, inhaled appreciatively, and said "Winter be cold this year".
Glad of the hint, the farmer went out the next day and he cut, split and stacked firewood for eight hours. Just as he was getting done for the day, he once again saw the Indian and he went over to offer the old man a smoke. Once again the Indian helped himself to a pipeful, lit up, inhaled appreciatively, and said "Winter be *plenty* cold this year."
So on the third day the farmer put a new chain in his saw, honed his axe razor sharp, and went at it for ten hours until three sides of the house were entirely hidden by the massive logpile. And at the end of the day, there was the Indian again with his pipe all ready. Naturally the farmer knew the drill, and he took out his own pipe as well so the two of them could smoke together, and just as the Indian was reaching for his second pipeful of the day, he remarked "Winter be *heap damn* cold this year."
Blinking in exhaustion, the farmer took a pull on his own pipe before asking, "How do you know this?". The Indian nodded wisely. "Ah. Winter always cold when paleface cut much firewood."
He cut, split and stacked for six hours and then, just as he was getting done for the day, he saw an elderly Indian by the fence. He went to say hello and the Indian said "How. You have-um smoke?", so the farmer handed over his tobacco pouch and the Indian helped himself to a pipeful, lit up, inhaled appreciatively, and said "Winter be cold this year".
Glad of the hint, the farmer went out the next day and he cut, split and stacked firewood for eight hours. Just as he was getting done for the day, he once again saw the Indian and he went over to offer the old man a smoke. Once again the Indian helped himself to a pipeful, lit up, inhaled appreciatively, and said "Winter be *plenty* cold this year."
So on the third day the farmer put a new chain in his saw, honed his axe razor sharp, and went at it for ten hours until three sides of the house were entirely hidden by the massive logpile. And at the end of the day, there was the Indian again with his pipe all ready. Naturally the farmer knew the drill, and he took out his own pipe as well so the two of them could smoke together, and just as the Indian was reaching for his second pipeful of the day, he remarked "Winter be *heap damn* cold this year."
Blinking in exhaustion, the farmer took a pull on his own pipe before asking, "How do you know this?". The Indian nodded wisely. "Ah. Winter always cold when paleface cut much firewood."
