The Little Fan That Could
Once there was a little swivel fan who lived on top of a desk in an east coast village. He was a very good fan, although he didn't think so. The other fans sometimes made fun of him for being so little. "Look at the pipsqueek fan! Ha ha!" said the ceiling fan.
"Yeah, what a shrimp. A whole lot of good YOU can do! Ha!" teased the air conditioner.
The little fan was often hurt by these things. But he couldn't cry, because electric appliances should never EVER get wet. So he would try to ignore them, swiveling away in the hot summer heat, with all the strength he had.
One particularly scorching day, the Boss came to his desk and sat down. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he said to himself, "Sheesh, I got out of the kitchen and I still can't stand the heat." He went to the air conditioner first, and turned it up. The air conditioner proudly began to blow more cold air, and sneered at the little fan on the desktop. But in all of his pride, he overheated and shorted out. The big stupid air conditioner broke himself. "Darn you!" the owner said to it, and punched it. Then he went to the ceiling fan. "Ha! I'll save the day," the fan said. But just as the Boss pulled the cord, it came right off, and thus he had no means of turning on the ceiling fan. He turned to the little fan on the desk. "Don't let me down little guy," he said to the fan. And he didn't. The little fan suddenly seemed to have more power than ever, and he kept going all afternoon. The little fan kept the Boss cool until the day was done. Way to go, little fan!
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