Hans wants to sell his horse. He goes down the road to town. He and his young son are walking with the horse. There are some boys near the road.
"That's not the way to do it!" says a boy. "Why is that man walking? He has a horse!"
"He's right." says hans. He gets on the horse. The son walks behind him. Then they see some women.
"Look at that man!" says a woman. "He is on the horse. And his poor boy must walk."
"she's right,' says Hans. He gets off and he puts his son on the horse. They walk some more.
"Isn't that terrible!" says an old man. "Young people have no love for their parents! Look at that boy on the horse. His poor farther is walking."
"He's right," says Hans. He gets on the horse behind his son. Then they see some girls.
"Two people o a horse!" say the girls. "The poor animal."
"They 're right," says Hans. He and his son get off the horse. They take the horse in their arms. They carry him down the road. The horse is big and he almost falls.
They come to a river with a bridge. Some people are on the brige. "Look at that" they say. "Look at the horse!" They laugh and laugh.
The horse does not like this. He moves here and there. He wants to run away. "Help,help," cries Hans. And then they all fall off the bridge and into the river the horse, Hans, and his son.
"Next time," says Hans, "I am not going to listen to other people. I am going to do it my way.