Cider

A little girl came running into the house crying and miserable from a small
cut she just received. She asked her mom for a glass of cider.

“Why do you want cider?” asked Mom.

“To take the pain away, ” sobbed the little girl.

Tired of all the tears, Mom poured her a glass.

The little girl immediately put her hand into the drink.

“It doesn’t work!” she yelled.

“What do you mean?” asked Mom.

“Well, ” sniffed the little girl, “I overheard my sister say that whenever she
gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider.”

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