This is a very interesting story. One autumn, not so long ago, Red Indians asked their new Chief if the winter was going to be cold or mild. Now this Red Indian Chief was a typical blue-collar Harvard MBA, who'd returned to become the Chief of his tribe, in a modern society. Although he couldn't predict the weather as he was wont to do, using the knowledge he'd inculcated from his ancestors, he sure had his means. So he kept the tribe in the darkness about his sources (or the lack thereof). Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his Tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect wood to be prepared.
His education had taught him to be a pragmatic leader, so after several days he got an idea. He took out his mobile, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed," the weatherman responded.
So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood. A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. "Is it going to be a very cold winter?"
"Yes", the man at National Weather Service again replied, "It's definitely going to be a very cold winter."
The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find. Two weeks later, he called the National Weather Service again.
"Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely, " The Man replied. "It's going to be one of the coldest winters ever."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked. The weatherman replied, "The
Red Indians are collecting wood like Crazy."