There's a small town named wisdomville, ironically known for it's people's utter lack of common sense. It's the kind of place where someone once tried to sell rainwater and "Sky juice" and made a fortune.

Enter Joe, the town barber, who was widely regarded as the wisest man in wisdomville. Joe's wisdom wasn't real wisdom; it was just clever timing mixed with the ability to look serious while holding scissors

One day, Fred, the town farmer, stumbled into Joe's barber shop, muttering, " Joe, my chicken aren't laying eggs! What should I do?"

Joe rubbed his chin and said, "Have you tried telling them about inflation? That scares everyone into productivity."

Fred nodded solemnly. " Brilliant! I'll give them a lecture "

By evening, Fred's chickens were still eggless, but his barn was full of confused neighbors who thought the chickens lecture was a town meeting. Joe sat back , sipping tea, proud of his influence

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