A Story: Human Stupidity Has No Limits
Once upon a time, there lived a group of people in a small village near a beautiful forest. Almost all people made a living on farming. They were nice diligent peasants who would wake up at dawn to work on their farms and graze their sheep and cows all day long. Women also helped their husbands by growing vegetables and raising farm animals.
The chief, who never worked, was a middle-aged man. He always got part of the yield at harvest time and asked for the best lamb in the herd. The villagers respected and trusted him and turned to him when there was a dispute over water or crop shares.
They were all happy. However, there was a recurring problem in the village. Things went constantly missing from the villagers’ homes, with the thief never leaving a trace. The villagers reported their missing items to the chief and he always said that he would look into the matter. Never was the thief found, though.
One day, the villagers found some shoe prints. They looked nothing like the villagers’. They wondered whose shoe prints they were. Along with the chief, they tried to track the mysterious thief down.
Someone said, ‘They look like the chief’s shoe marks.’
Another one reacted, ‘The thief might have stolen the chief’s shoes.’ But the chief had his shoes on.
