By Wesley Pruden
Jewish World Review and Washington Times
The old man lying in the shade of the Lebanese palm was trying to sleep, but the shouts and laughter of the children made it impossible. He called them to his side.
"Children," he said, "there's a man at the far gate of the village who is giving away melons. Run quickly now and get cool melons for your family, and your mother will be pleased."
" With cries of joy and delight, the children ran off to collect their unexpected bounty, and the old man lay down to resume his nap. No sooner had he shut his eyes against the heat of the day than he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and struggled to his feet.
" "Yiiiiii!" he cried, running after the children disappearing in a cloud of dust. "What I am doing here trying to sleep when a man is giving away melons at the village gate?"
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