The Man and the Satyr

The Man and the Satyr

A Man had lost his way in a wood one bitter winter's night. As he was
roaming about, a Satyr came up to him, and finding that he had lost his
way, promised to give him a lodging for the night, and guide him out of
the forest in the morning. As he went along to the Satyr's cell, the Man
raised both his hands to his mouth and kept on blowing at them. "What
do you do that for?" said the Satyr.

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

After this they arrived at the Satyr's home, and soon the Satyr put a
smoking dish of porridge before him. But when the Man raised his
spoon to his mouth he began blowing upon it. "And what do you do that
for?" said the Satyr.

"The porridge is too hot, and my breath will cool it."

"Out you go," said the Satyr. "I will have nought to do with a man
who can blow hot and cold with the same breath."

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