There is a bar in our town with the name White Horse. It is Mr. Webster’s . Few people went to the bar last year , but things are quite different now. There was a picture of a white horse on the door of the bar. Then a stranger c ame in one day, drank something , looked around the bar, and then said to Mr. Webster , "F ew people come here. Take down the picture of the white horse and put up a picture of a black horse instead. "But the name of the bar is White Horse." Mr. Webster said. "Yes, but do it," the man said. Then he went out of the bar. Mr . Webster went to an artist and said, "I want a picture of a black horse." The next day a picture of a black horse was on the door of the bar instead of that of the white horse. Soon after the door opened, a man came in and said, "There's a mis t ake on the door of your bar, and the picture is different from the name.” The man lo o ked down and drank something. Then another man came in and said the same, and then another and another. A lo t of people came in and said, "The picture on your door is wrong." and they all s topp e d and drank in Mr. Webster's bar.