A Chilly Reception 


A wool peddler in a small town very long ago pulled his cart of 
wool from his farm to the village market.  It was a long and 
tiring trip.  He had to travel around the perimeter of a large 
lake that was owned by the local tycoon, a notoriously ill-
tempered old man. 

One day, during the winter, the lake froze over.  As he headed 
for the village, the peddler realized he could cut two miles off
his trip if he crossed over the lake, so he trudged out onto the
ice. 

He was about halfway across when the owner spotted him from an 
upstairs room.  The old man threw open a window, waved his cane 
at the peddler and shouted, "Get off my lake!  I'll be darned if
I'll let anyone pull the wool over my ice." 


[Thanks to Don Z'Boray]