Tiny tales

There was once a tribe that moved into a thick and dense forest. As they settled, moved hither tither, the ground started to clear up a bit.

As the ground around their settlement started to lose its vigour and density, everyone started believing that they vanquished the forest and to have understood its ways.

Only an Eagle flying way higher could see, all they did was to put a small dot in the vast and thick spread of trees.

An old man reached the other side after crossing a road full of mud puddles. Annoyed and disgusted, he moved fast.

On noticing sounds of merriment he looked back. Few kids started on the opposite side of the road, excited jumping over the puddles, sometimes falling in one of them. Then repeating.

Lost in their cheerful eyes, retrospecting he went on.