And yet, one day happened, something strange. The man was like every morning a little drowsy from his house on the hill to its source. It was a summer morning, quite light and a light morning mist hung over the country. He walked the narrow path between his fields along as he, just before the first climb, suddenly saw a figure on the Mount to its source. Startled, he quickened his step. Who made himself as to create at its source and what he intended? In the race he called the figure "Hey there! What are you doing in my source? "The figure turned around and looked abruptly in the direction of the man, but said nothing. He had almost reached him, and could be Face recognition. It was the face of a young man ... only the eyes that looked as if they had experienced much longer periods than this young man was old. Now he had almost reached him when he suddenly came across a stone. He had to support himself, otherwise he would have fallen so short and caused his eyes from the figure. When he looked up again, she was nowhere to be seen ...
He went to the spring to see what the figure had since done well. He fell instantly into the eye: the "true source hole some stones had been broken out, so that the beam is now much more than arm-thick gushed from the rock. The pool was packed and the small channel was on the brink of its capacity, the number of water transport to go to the fields and groves. The man was surprised, because so much power he would have expected not to its small source. But anyway this was done, he had to act. Because even the small channel could hardly absorb the water and the basin was about to overflow. He wanted to avoid that its fields and groves were laid under water, because that would have done his plants probably not very good.
So he called his family and pressed a blade in each hand to dig the channel deeper and wider. So they went to work and at the end of a long working day, the canal was enlarged and prepared to take all the water. The man began to to rejoice in the strange event, because fed properly, the additional water would be a blessing intended for his modest plantation in this arid region.
Exhausted from all the work the next morning the man was sleeping a little longer than usual for him. He heard already bleating his flock in the courtyard when he opened his eyes. He quickly got up and proceeded to lead his flock to the watering place, which was not used to it so long to remain without water. Even a good distance from the mountain side he got a bigger fright than the week before. Not only he heard her murmur of a clear mountain, but he also saw many small and large streams running down the rocks. In the valleys between them had already formed small ponds.
Again he called his family, this time to discuss together what to do. Somehow the water masses are prevented from damage to their property to be addressed. On the other hand, despite all the water is still a blessing and now apparently inexhaustible supply it should be not simply wasted. Long they were thinking about back and forth. In direct barrels they could not, so great barrels, if they indeed existed, they could never afford. Maybe they should dig large cisterns in the ground and collect in it the water? But then she did not know how they should send the water from there and above all they should do with all that water. Add some new fields, they wanted to do anyway. But now they had all grown with her a lot of work and more than two or three new plantings as a family they could not be ordered separately.
Finally, they all realized that there was only one way unzugehen the situation: They had the walls at the end of the side channels of the water seep so far in front in the adjacent desert preserves open had, and the water in his own way looking through the plane leave. They seemed like a very rude after all, although that is long been clear was that they could even start with this amount of the withholding anything. Their decision was clear and was implemented without much waiting. Each took with a large hoe, and after she had distributed to the different end of the small canal system, they began to tear down the walls.
Where the walls were torn down, the water bubbled up from the end of the channel on the dry, cracked and covered with scars, such as soil, which followed directly on the well-watered and green fields of the man. The cracks were filled with water and the more the top layer was wet and soft and a soft layer of mud formed, the smoother and softer still saw the same harsh and hostile landscape. Formed directly at the output of the water, even small incisions through which ran the water. By the next morning the water would probably have looked for some fixed routes. Ask
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