The Man and The Satyr

Once upon a time on a bitter winter's night in a dark and lonely forest, was a Man, lost and trying to find his way out.

Suddenly a Satyr (a spirit of the woods with a man's chest and goats legs, ears, tail and horns - it doesn't exist, of course) appeared to him. "Are you lost, my friend?" asked the Satyr. "Yes," replied the Man. "And c c c cold too. Could you please lead me out of this forest?"

The Satyr instead offered to give him a lodging for the night, and then guide him out of the forest safely in the morning. "It is too dangerous to go any farther tonight," said the Satyr.

As he followed the Satyr to his home, the Man tried to keep himself warm by cupping both his hands against his mouth and blowing into them.

"What are you doing that for?" said the Satyr.

"My hands are numb with the cold and my breath warms them up," said the Man.

They soon reached the Satyr's home. And before long the Satyr put a smoking dish of porridge before his guest.

This time the Man raised his spoon to his mouth and began blowing on it. "And what are you doing that for?" said the Satyr.

"The porridge is too hot, and I am using my breath to cool it."

"Out you go!" said the Satyr in disgust, sending out his guest to once again face the cold and dark forest. "I will have nothing to do with a man like you who can blow hot and cold with the same breath!"