A Freight Train
A cart full of bottles and cans was driving carefully along the mountain road. The descent was steep and dangerous, so the driver left the rest of the wagons waiting at the top, leading the first one down the slope. You see, those strong horses, they seem to be using their back strength to support the weight of the whole car, step by step slowly forward. At the top of the hill a foal waited, nagging every time the road horses moved a step.
"Ha, are you horses, too? Look at you! You've travelled so little in so long! It's so funny! Ah! They're about to hit the rocks! I wonder why such a straight road should go so slowly! Stride! If it had been at night, it was bright daylight! Oh my god! Might as well let them all go back to carrying water!
If it had been for me, I would have made it to the foot of the hill with all my might! Alas, looking at them so grinding give give, the in the mind tired!
So the foal picked it up, took a step back, and galloped down the hill with all his might. The mountain path was so steep and the foal could not balance properly, the cart fell directly on top of him, crushing his sides. The bottles and cans on the bus were smashed.
At no time should we laugh at others. We should learn to put ourselves in others' shoes and never jump to conclusions without knowing the other person.