The townspeople laughed at me for what I was doing. When I explained that I was building a bridge, their laughter grew. Finally, there was one serious comment: “When the floods come next spring,” the mayor said, “your bridge could just wash away. That’s why we’ve never built bridges here.”
The next spring, the rains were greater than ever before. And sure enough, my bridge washed away. Along with the mayor and all the people who’d laughed at me, who’d taken refuge on my bridge as the last highest point in town.
So my bridge was successful after all. <END>