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
"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
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."