It was high-noon in Midtown Manhattan …
The street was blazing with activity — crowds of people scurrying to lunch, auto horns honking, taxi brakes screeching, a siren wailing.
Two men were making their way together through the throng. One was a native New Yorker, the other a Kansas farmer on a visit. Suddenly, the farmer stopped and said to the city-dweller, “I hear a cricket! Hold on!”
The other man replied, “Are you kidding? Even if there were a cricket around here, which isn’t likely, you would never be able to hear it over all the noise.”
The farmer remained quiet for a few moments. Then he walked several paces to the corner where a bush was growing in…
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