Years ago a farmer owned land along the At-lantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hiredhands. Most people were reluctant to work on farmsalong the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful stormsthat raged across the Atlantic.wreaking havoc on thebuildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed appli-cants for the job, he received a steady stream of re-fusals.
　　 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," an-swered the little man.
　　Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer,desperate for help, hired him. The little man workedwell around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, andthe farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.