An old man who lived at the foot of a mountain. It was almost ninety everyone called it: the fool. It was very uncomfortable to take a detour every time he wanted to go to the city and decided to move to the mountains.
He and his family gathered around and decided to carry out the plan. The old man and his sons began to work. They like the mountains and rock poured the mold and the nearby sea.
He lived in another old neighbor, he was called the wise. He laughed at the futile effort of fools.
“You are old and weak. You will never move mountains.”
The mute gave him a thoughtful look.
“Yes, but here’s my son and his son and his son …’ll end working with time as the mountain does not grow.”
The sage could not answer this statement, admitted that the fool is right.