One late autumn day, a man was cutting trees in the forest when he met a satyr. It was the first time he saw a satyr, which according to popular myths is a wood-god, who appears half-human from head to waist, and half-goat waist downwards. They became good friends instantly. The man offered the satyr to live with him in his cottage, in exchange for which the satyr set himself to take care of the supply of firewood.
Everything went fine for them until one cold winter day. The man had just come in from the outside snow and hurriedly shut the door from behind him. The satyr looked his way and saw him blowing his breath on his cold hands.
"What did you do that for?" wondered the satyr.
"Oh, I am just warming my hands with my breath," explained the man.
Later that evening, the man prepared some porridge, one for the satyr and one for himself. It was still very hot so that the man thought of blowing a number of puffs across the porridge to cool it faster. The satyr saw him blowing at the bowl of porridge.
"Tell me why are you blowing on your porridge?" he asked.
"It's to cool it faster," replied the man very naturally.
"That does it!" spoke the satyr in disgust, shaking his head to and fro. "I'm leaving for good!", he announced and staged a walk out."
"But why"' the man asked.
"I certainly don't want to have anything to do with someone who can blow hot and cold with the same breath! It's unimaginable!" complained the satyr and fled into the forest.
Moral Lesson:
People are often used to doing things a certain way, they can't see it another way.