The pony moved the wheat to the mill and passed a river. The old cow said the water was shallow and could pass; the squirrel said the water was deep and his companion had just drowned. Pony did not know, had to run back to ask his mother, mother let him try. The pony returned to the river and crossed the river himself. It turned out that the river was neither as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said.