Once upon a time, high atop a mountain, deep in a forest, there was a rush hidden among the leaves. At the foot of the mountain, in a village, lived two brothers of marriageable age. Custom dictated that whoever brought back the rush would be able to marry.

The elder brother, being cautious, began walking around the mountain. Day after day, he gathered nuts, one by one, and put them in his bag. The younger brother, on the other hand, took it easy. "I'm younger," he told himself, "I run faster and I have better eyes than my brother. I'll surely be the first to reach the summit."

On the morning of the race, the two brothers looked at each other and encouraged each other with a smile.

As expected, the youngest arrived first and found the rush. But when he held out his hand, the rush spoke: "Well done, you're the first one here. However, you must wait until all the participants have arrived."

Long afterward, the elder finally appeared, pulling a large sack full of nuts. The rush began to smile.

He turned to the younger brother and said, "Here is our winner. He did a good job filling that bag. With all those nuts, you'll be able to keep the rush longer.

Moral of the story: the first to arrive is not always the best prepared.