A Native American was being escorted around the center of Manhattan in New York by a friend who was a resident of the city. The Native American stopped his friend and whispered, "Wait. I hear a cricket." His doubting friend said, "Come on. A cricket? With all the noise of the taxis, horns honking, brakes screeching and people screaming, you couldn't possibly hear a cricket." Undaunted, the Native American led his friend to a nearby planter and dug through the mulch, and sure enough, there was the cricket.