A little girl came running into the house crying her eyes out and cradling
her hand.

Mummy, quick! Get me a glass of cider! she wailed.

Why do you want a glass of cider? asked mum.

I cut My hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away.

Confused, but weary of the child's whingeing, the mother obliged and
poured her a glass of cider.

The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it.

Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn't work! whined the little one.

What are you on about? asked her increasingly perplexed parent.

Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her
hand, she can't wait to get it in cider !!!