Here are a couple:
Back in colonial times, there was a small village in what would one day become the state of Indiana. And, as was so often the case, the settlers there ran into quite a few difficulties. The first year, they had a massive crop failure, and all the wheat was ruined. All hope seemed lost, when, as luck would have it, a native from one of the Indiana tribes heard of their difficulties, and decided to help. So he brought dozens of baskets of apples to the villagers, and thanks to his generosity, they made it through the winter.
The second year, the crop came in, but the storehouse burned down. Again, this Indiana native heard of their difficulty, and again he came to their rescue with baskets of apples.
The third year, they managed to bring the harvest into a new storehouse, but rats invaded it, and ate most of the crop. But once again, they were saved thanks to baskets of apples.
By the fourth year, however, the colony had finally begun to thrive, which was a good thing, for this poor native American (or, as they were known at the time, Indian) was now apple-less. So, the villagers decided to help this apple-less Indian, by sharing their crop, and even naming their village after him. So, of course, they named the city . . .
Gary. I told you, they named it after him.
Second one:
A gentlemen on sabbatical goes to a fairly well-known, but still seculded mountain resort. The first night, after a fine dinner, he decides to go for a walk along the clear waters of a nearby river. As he is passing, enjoying the beautiful sunset, a fish leaps out of the water. At the height of its arc, it sings out "Evening."
The gentleman is a little shocked at this, but, after waiting for several minutes, he convinces himself that he must have imagined it, and thinks nothing of it.
The next night, after a day of relaxation, he is again enjoying an evening constitutional, when, once again, a fish leaps clear of the water, calling out "Evening" in a beautiful baritone before it hits the surface. This time, he is sure of it, but, as he waits, it does not happen again.
Several more days, and evenings, come and go. Each night, he sees the same sight - a singing fish, calling out "Evening". Finally, he can take it no more, and he tells one of the desk clerks what he has seen.
The clerk listens to him, and replies, "Of course sir. Haven't you heard about salmon chanted evening?"
