Дарья Бичурина

The story I would like to retell is about a very clever man who lived many hundreds of years ago in Greece. His name was Aesop. He wrote many fine stories and was well-known as a man who was fond of jokes. 

One day as he was enjoying a walk he met a traveller who greeted him and asked how soon he would get to town. Aesop advised him just to go. The traveller said that he new that he had to go and asked the same question again. Aesop repeated his answer angrily. The traveller thought that Aesop was probably mad and went on. Then suddenly Aesop told the passerby that he would get to town in two hours. The traveller was anxious to know why he did not tell that before. Aesop asked him rhetorically how he had been able to tell him that before without knowledge of the speed of his step. 

To sum up, the sense of Aesop's humor is as wonderful as his intellect. I wish I had such traits of character.