*The Wicked Tongue

Two rabbis stopped at an inn for a meal. It was a windy night and the shutters rattled, but inside the inn the fire was warm, and the rabbis were tired from their travel and the rain. They didn't speak much, eating quickly because they'd only had bread and cheese since morning. Finally they were done, and sighed with satisfaction.

The innkeeper himself came out to ask them how they'd liked the meal. He was a bit full of himself, it's true, but he knew these weren't just any rabbis but the...