National Weather Service

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.