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In the performance of the world's best fencer, the third fencer stepped onto the stage. A fly was released, and his sword drew an arc and cut the fly in half. The crowd cheered. Then the second person cut a fly into four parts. People quieted down and looked forward to the greatest fencer in the world.

His blade drew a huge arc, but the insect continued to fly! The crowd was stunned. The greatest swordsman completely missed his goal, but he continued to smile.

"Why are you so happy?" Someone shouted. "You missed!"

"Ah," replied the swordsman, "you didn't look carefully. They fly to live, yes-but he will never be a father. "

The greatest fencer in the world

In the performance of the best fencer in the world, the third fencer came on the field. A fly was released and the sword drew an arc. He divided the fly in half. The audience cheered. Then the second man cut a fly into four and a half. The scene was silent, and people were looking forward to the appearance of the greatest fencer in the world.

His blade drew a huge arc-but the insects continued to fly! The audience was stunned. The greatest fencer completely missed his goal, but he still smiled.

Why are you so happy? Someone shouted, "You missed!"

"Ah," replied the swordsman, "you didn't look very carefully just now. The fly is still alive, yes-but he will never be a father. "

Keep the change.

When I was selling second-hand books at the church market, I had an argument with a customer who wanted to buy something. He is interested in buying the pocket Okin Nash collection, but he says 35 cents is too expensive. Other paperbacks are only 10 or 15 cents each.

I pointed out that the book was in good condition, Nash was an interesting poet, and the asking price was reasonable. He said it was a matter of principle. Finally, I agreed to sell the book to him at the price of 15 cents. He gloated and took out a ten-dollar bill to pay the bill. "Keep the change." He said.

Keep the change.

When I was selling second-hand books at the church bazaar, I had an argument with a possible customer. He was interested in buying Ogden Nash's pocket books, but claimed that the price of 35 cents was too high, and other paperbacks sold for 10 cents or 15 cents each.

I pointed out that the book was in good condition. Nash is an interesting poet for a reason. He said it was a matter of principle. Finally, I agreed to sell the book to him at the price of 15 cents. He proudly paid the bill of 10. "Keep the change," he said.

Choose one for yourself.