A small stream ran between two hills. Over this stream there was a
very narrow bridge. If two persons came to the opposite ends of
this bridge at the same time, one must wait for the other to cross
before he could go over.
One morning, two goats, a black one and a white one, reached the
opposite ends of the bridge at the same moment.
The black goat called out to the white one, "Hold on a minute; I
am coming over."
The white goat replied, "No, I will go over first; I am in a
hurry."
"No," said the black goat, "I will not wait for you. I am the
older."
"You shall wait for me," roared the white goat as he stepped upon
the bridge and started across.
"We'll see if I am to wait for you," said the black goat, and he
too started across.
They met in the middle of the bridge.
"Go back and let me cross,' said the white goat, stamping his
foot.
"Go back, yourself," replied the black goat, and he pushed against
the other.
They were very angry. Each drew back. Their heads came together
with terrible force. They locked horns. The white goat lost his
footing and fell, pulling the black goat over with him, and both
were drowned.