Early one Saturday morning, a fisherman and his son went fishing. Since the fisherman did not like to talk very much, the men in our story were as quiet as the fish. Only at noon, when the clouds appeared on the horizon, the son told the father. "It looks like it's going to rain". The father looked up in the sky and shook his head in approval. But he did not say a word. Every day happened that way. On Sunday, they took a break. But as usual, nothing was said. On Monday, they went fishing again but still silence. This happened on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, all passed in the same way. It was not until Friday night, when it started raining hard, that the father wiped his forehead with his hand and said, "Yes, you're right."