One winter's night a satyr found a traveler stranded in the snow, so he took the man to his cave.
When the man blew on his hands, the satyr asked, "What are you doing?"
"Blowing on my hands to warm them," the man replied.
The satyr then gave the man some hot soup.
"What are you doing?" he asked when the man blew on the soup.
"Blowing on the soup to cool it."
The satyr then threw the man out of his cave. "I don't want anything to do with someone who blows hot and cold from the same mouth."
Inspired by: Mille Fabulae et Una, a collection of Latin fables that I've edited, free to read online. I am not translating the Latin here; instead, I am just telling a 100-word version of the fable.
Notes: This is fable 809 in the book, which is Perry 35.
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