In earlyer days there are two brothers who lived nearby farms fell into conflict.That is first time a serious flaw in 40 years of farming next to next, and sharing equipments and helping each other negotiation and goods as needed without a hitch like any thing.Then, collaboration got time and collapsed. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference between them, and finally it exploded like any thing into an exchange of horible words by followed weeks of silence between them. After a long time One morning there was a knock at the door of mickel, he opened it to find a man with the box of a carpenter tools. "I'm looking to get a job for a few days," he said. "Maybe you would have a few small jobs here and there. Can I help you?" and the elder brother said "Yes,". "I have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, that's my small brother. Last week there was a argument between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is. Stream us well, he may have done this in spite of myself, but I'll make it easier to see what woodpile curing barn, I want you to build me a fence around it.? an 8-foot fence - so I will not need to see her up more. Cool down, anyway. "
The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you. " The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. At sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his work. The eyes of the farmer staring, his mouth agape. There was no fence at all. It was a bridge ... a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all - and the neighbor, his younger brother, came across, his hand outstretched."You are quite a man to build this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking the hand of the other. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Staying few days. I have many other projects for you," said the elder brother. "I'd like to stay," the carpenter said, "but I have many more bridges to build."
