Je m'excuse, celle-ci est en anglais
seulement!
One day many years ago, a fisherman's wife blessed her husband with twin sons.
They loved the children very much,
but couldn't think of what to name their children. Finally, after several days,
the fisherman said, "Let's not decide on names
right now. If we wait a little while, the names will simply occur to
us."
After several weeks had passed, the fisherman and his wife noticed a peculiar
fact. When left alone, one of the boys would
also turn towards the sea, while the other boy would face inland. It didn't
matter which way the parents positioned the
children, the same child always faced the same direction. "Let's call the
boys Towards and Away," suggested the
fisherman. His wife agreed, and from that point on, the boys were simply known
as TOWARDS and AWAY.
The years passed and the lads grew tall and strong. The day came when the aging
fisherman said to his sons, "Boys, it is
time that learned how to make a living from the sea." They provisioned
their ship, said their goodbyes, and set sail for a
three month voyage.
The three months passed quickly for the fisherman's wife, yet the ship had not
returned. Another three months passed, and
still no ship.
Three whole years passed before the grieving woman saw a lone man walking
towards her house. She recognized him as
her husband. "My goodness! What has happened to my darling boys?" she
cried.
The ragged fisherman began to tell his story:
"We were just barely one whole day out to see when Towards hooked into a
great fish. Towards fought long and hard, but the
fish was more than his equal. For a whole week they wrestled upon the waves
without either of them letting up. Yet eventually
the great fish started to win the battle, and Towards was pulled over the side
of our ship. He was swallowed whole, and we
never saw either of them again."
"Oh dear, that must have been terrible! What a huge fish that must of
been! What a horrible fish. What a horrible fish."
"Yes, it was, but you should have seen the one that got
Away...."
Deux "Newfie" vont à la chasse au chevreuil. Après un bon bout de temp,
ils s'apercoivent qu'ils sont complètement perdus.
Le premier commence à paniquer lorsque le deuxième lui dit de ne pas
s'inquiéter, il a un livre de survie qui explique tout.
Il ouvre son livre à la page 23. C'est écrit de tirer 2 coups dans les
airs et attendre 15 minutes. Ce qu'il fait.
15 minutes plus tards et toujours pas de réponses. Encore une fois le
premier commence à paniquer et le deuxième lui dit
encore de pas s'inquiéter. Il tourne la page et c'est écrit de tirer 3 coups
dans les airs et attendre 30 minutes.
Juste au moment où il vient pour tirer, le premier "Newfie" l'arrête et
lui dit, "Pas trop vite, on vas manquer de flêches"!