In the town of Tarnopol lived a man by the name of Reb Feivel. One day, as he sat in his house deeply absorbed in his Talmud, he heard a loud noise outside. When he went to the window he saw a lot of little pranksters. “Up to some new piece of mischief, no doubt,” he thought.
“Children, run quickly to the synagogue,” he cried leaning out and improvising the first story that occurred to him. “You’ll see there a sea monster, and what a monster! It’s a creature with five feet, three eyes, and a beard like that of a goat, only it’s green!”
And sure enough the children scampered off and Reb Feivel returned to his studies. He smiled into his beard as he thought of the trick he had played on those little rascals. It wasn’t long before his studies were interrupted again this time by running footsteps. When he went to the window he saw several Jews running. “Where are you running? He called out? “To the synagogue!” answered the Jews. “Haven’t you heard? There’s a sea monster, there’s a creature with five legs, three eyes and a beard like that of a goat, only it’s green!” Reb Feivel laughed with glee, thinking of the trick he had played, and sat down again to his Talmud.
But no sooner had he begun to concentrate when suddenly he heard a dinning tumult outside. And what did he see? A great crowd of men, women and children, all running to the synagogue. “What’s up?” he cried, sticking his head out of the window. “What a question! Why, don’t you know?” they answered. “Right in front of the synagogue there is a sea monster. It’s a creature with five legs, three eyes and a beard like a goat, only it’s green!”
And as the crowd hurried by, Reb Feivel suddenly noticed that the Rabbi himself was among them.
“Lord of the world!” “If the Rabbi himself is running with them surely there must be something happening. Where there is smoke, there is fire!
Without further thought Reb Feivel grabbed his hat, left his house and began running. “Who can tell?” he muttered to himself as he ran, all out of breath toward the synagogue.
— A treasury of Jewish Folklore, Nathan Ausubel, Ed., 1948
Lies can be so powerful that the person who initiated it may even be deceived by it.
Charles Spurgeon asserts that “if you want the truth to go round the world you must hire an express train to pull it; but if you want a lie to go round the world it will fly; it is as light as a feather, and a breath will carry it”.
And of such vicious canker we have to be weary…
