A farmer from middle America was walking in downtown New York City alongside a resident friend.
As they approached a busy street corner in the center of Manhattan, the farmer seized his friend's arm and whispered, "Wait. I hear a cricket."
"Come on!", the city boy sneered, "This is downtown New York. How could you possibly hear a cricket?"
His friend persisted, however, "No, seriously, I do!"
As cars were roaring, horns honking, people shouting, brakes screeching, cash registers clanging, subway clamoring and people bustling about, the farmer began leading his friend along slowly, every now and again stopping and turning his ear toward the seemingly noiseless sound. At last, the farmer followed the sound across the street and toward a small dark corner next to a graffiti-covered wall.
There, he bent down to a minuscule tuft of grass and pulled out the cricket. "I told, you", he said, "I heard a cricket."
Astounded, the New Yorker marveled "How could you have heard that cricket in the middle of all this noise...
