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A low cost budget film crew was shooting on an Indian Reservoir beach about natural psychic abilities of ancient American Indians. Suddenly an Indian shows up, walks to the Director and says, “Tomorrow wind Storm, No shooting please. “ Sure enough a storm came and Director saved lots of money. A few days later, again shooting preparedness was made and the Indian shows up. “Tomorrow hurricane, no shooting please.” Sure enough a hurricane came and Director saved the money. The amazing accurate predictive ability of the Indian on snow, rain, ice, blizzard, lightning, thunderstorm, was financially benefiting the Director that he got fond of him. Now he was reaching towards the climax of the important shooting and waiting for the Indian to come and predict the weather. The Indian was no where to be found. So he personally went looking for him and found him in a stinking smoking chimney hut. He went inside, bowed to him in a manners of their ancient customs, praised him and prayed that he bless him with the prediction for tomorrow’s finale. The Indian says, “Tomorrow no prediction. My Radio broke down please.”
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