A few years ago at an autism biomed conference someone told this story:
Many years ago there were two warring factions that lived on either side of a treacherous mountain. One night, one faction crept through the dark and snatched the beloved child of one of the other tribe’s leaders. The next morning, all the bravest warriors assembled and gathered their supplies, sent their sharpest scouts to track the abductors. The weather conditions were harsh, the winds fierce, the path treacherous. Within a few hours the fog rolled in so heavily they had to stop to make camp.
The next morning, when the light was gray and the fog was still thick, the sentry heard muffled footsteps coming down from the top of the mountain. He roused his companions and moments later a figure emerged from the fog. It was a woman, carrying a small child strapped to her back. She nodded to the men, who were stunned with disbelief, and kept heading downhill. It was the child’s mother, and the missing child was now strapped to his mother’s back, asleep and safe.
“How did you do that?” The warriors demanded. “Tell us at once. We had our best warriors, our keenest scouts searching for the child. How is it possible that you, a mere woman, unarmed, were able to recover him when we could not?”
“It’s not your child,” she replied and she continued on her way.