(To some of the faithful don’t worry, I punished myself already for such simplicity, so you can spare the ridicule)
A family knows nothing but desert life. The temperature never goes below 65 degrees F. Their ancestors knew nothing except of the Bedouin life. They loved their camels.
A man visits from afar and speaks to them of these little white particles falling from the sky, bringing cold air and piling these white ‘things’ upon the ground, and in some instances, making it difficult to walk.
The family looks with bewilderment having never heard of such a thing; how then can they know? They look at their visitor with suspicion, some even think he is mentally deranged for speaking of the ‘white magic from the sky,’ for how could they also possibly believe that there are ‘snow people’ who live in the cold, and fare well amid such adversity? By faith.
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