There was a peddler who sold wool blankets and sweaters. Every day, he would pull his cart a few miles from his home to the village marketplace. He passed a small lake that was on the property of a local banker. On a particularly cold winter's day, he noticed that the lake was frozen over. He realized that he could shave a mile or so off his trip by pulling his cart over the lake. When he got halfway across the lake, the banker raced from his house, yelling,
"Nobody's going to pull the wool over my ice!"
Posted by denny at July 23, 2007 12:00 AM