Good? Bad? Who Can Say?

Many years ago in ancient china, in a small rural village an old farmer and his family had a beautiful stallion. This horse was their pride and joy.

They used it to plow their fields and to pull the cart to take their vegetables to markets. At the end of each day their only son would groom the horse, and tell it how wonderful he was.

One day, the gate was left open by a visitor and that night the horse ran away off into the wild hills around their farm.

The old farmer