The pitchers

In a small village there was a farmer who every morning came down from the mountain with two pitchers, the path was dry and stony. The water from the pitchers served the farmer for his daily needs, and for his vegetable garden.

One day one of the pitchers got a small crack through which the precious liquid slowly leaked, and by the time it reached the hut he collected only a pitcher and a half.

One day the sound pitcher said to its companion "you're no longer any good, you don't fulfill your job of carrying all the liquid, ask the farmer to swap you out"

the pitcher lost its self-esteem, felt useless and, with great sorrow, asked the farmer to trade it for another one. "Sir, I said, sadly I'm no longer useful to you, you'll have to replace me"

The farmer saw the pitcher very sad and told it "haven't you looked around, thanks to the drops you let fall each day along the path it has bloomed and become a lovely, beautiful, fragrant walkway, I won't trade you for anything since you brighten my mornings" and that's how the watering can was born, more useful, and a relief to man's labors