A little girl came running into the house bawling her eyes out and cradling her hand: Mummy, quick! Get me a glass of cider! she wailed.

Why do you want a glass of cider? asked her mom.

I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away!

Confused, but weary of the childs whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it.

Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesnt work! she whined.

What are you talking about? asked her increasingly perplexed parent, What ever made you think that cider would ease your pain?

Well, I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she cant wait to get it in cider.