Another childhood story is about a group of - lets just say - simpletons. 8 of them to be exact, on a trip. Now they have to cross a river.
Once they reach the other side, they want to check and see if all of them reached the other end safely. They count and find one missing. Another checks and finds one missing. Actually they are counting others and not themselves hence the discrepancy.
There is this passer-by who notices this comedy and intervenes. He nicely taps each one with his knuckles and counts .. and all is fine now.
This act of taping knuckle made us kids quite excited and I, for one, practiced it on my friends for next few days.
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