On a very cold morning. It is snowing and the road is covered with thin ice. Few people buy books, and there is nothing wrong with the young man. He hates reading, so he observes the traffic on the road. Suddenly, he saw a bag fall off the truck and on the other side of the road.
"The bag must be full of valuables," Henry said to himself. "I have to get it, or someone else will take it."
He walked out of the bookstore and ran across the street. A driver saw him and began to whistle, but he didn't hear him and kept running. The man drove to the other side and ran into a big tree. He was injured in the accident. Two weeks later, Henry was taken to court. A judge asked him if he heard a whistle when he ran across the street. He said there was something wrong with his ears and he couldn't hear anything.
"But listen to me now," said the judge.
"Oh, sorry, I can listen with one ear now."
"Cover your ears with your hands and listen to me with your deaf ears. Ok, can you hear me? "
"No, I can't, sir."