Once upon a time there was a wise farmer who had a son and a horse to plough his fields.
One day there was a storm and the horse escaped. All of the neighbours came round and said, "Oh this is terrible. Your horse has escaped and you won't be able to plough your fields anymore. What bad luck you are having." And the old farmer said, "...Maybe."
The next day the horse came back with three other horses and the neighbours came round and said, "You must be very pleased that you now have four horses and can do the work in quarter of the time. You must feel very lucky." And the old farmer said, "...Maybe."
The next day the son fell off one of the horses and broke his leg. The neighbours came round and said, "We're very sorry to hear about your misfortune now your son cannot work the feilds until his leg has healed."
The old farmer shrugged his shoulders and said, "...Maybe."
Basically, the story flitted backwards and forwards for the rest of the year and all through it the farmer just looked on and said, "...Maybe."
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