An Oak Some workers were going to build a road between two big cities from South to North. the road was going to be broad, flat as well as beautiful. They began to build the road. One day, the workers came to a filed where there was a small shrubbery. The engineer conducted the workers to build the road and then the workers began to bury water pipes under the ground. Suddenly, they stopped working and put the water pipes on the ground. The road meandered through the filed to a place where there stood a tall oak. Strong, thick and straight, it was like a guard on the prairie. The engineer walked up to the workesr and said nothing to them. The workers were quiet, too. The engineer looked at the design of building the road and then at the oak. Sighing, the workers sighed heavily too. It is impossible to amend the design and the oak could not be cut down. The engineer took wedge to place 100 meters away from the oak and knock it into the ground. “Nobody can blame me!” He said quietly. A few years later, a broad pitched road spread down from North to South. It was very straight but formed a horseshoe in a crooked place. People who passed there on their rides exclaimed: someone who built the road must have a noble heart.