The Cider Cure. A little girl came running into the house after a fall crying at the top of her lungs and asking for a glass of cider.
“Why do you want cider?” asked Mom.
“To make my hand stop hurting,” sobbed the little girl.
Trying to humor her and get her calmed down, her mom poured
a glass. The little girl immediately put her hand in the drink. “It
doesn’t work!” she yelled.
“What do you mean, Sweetie?”
“Well,” sniffed the little girl, “I heard sister say that any time she
gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider.”
By Jess Fuerlaffs
