years ago a farmer owned land along the atlantic seacoast. he constantly advertised for hired hands. most people were reluctant to work on farms along the atlantic. they dreaded the awful storms that raged across the atlantic，wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. as the farmer interviewed applicants for the job，he received a steady stream of refusals.

finally，a short，thin man，well past middle age，approached the farmer. “are you a good farmhand？”the farmer asked him.

“well，i can sleep when the wind blows，” answered the little man.

although puzzled by this answer，the farmer，desperate for help，hired him. the little man worked well around the farm，busy from dawn to dusk，and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.

then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. jumping out of bed，the farmer grabbed a

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