At half of the way they met an old man who was climbing slowly but steadily.
The children laughed at the man saying that he walks like a snail.
Soon, the children reached the top of the mountain. He made a shelter where he rested and ate.
During the night it rained. The rain washed away the food of the two kids. In the morning they asked with shame the old man for some food.
That laughs better who laughs in the end!
Retold and English version: Rãzvan Bogdan