Three old women were drawing water at the well of the village monastery. An old man was sitting on a large rock nearby, relaxing.
One of the old women said, "My son is a very fast runner. No one can outrun him."
The second old woman said, "My son has a very good voice. I wish you could hear his singing."
The third old woman said nothing.
After the three old women had finished drawing water, they returned to the village with their water pots in their hands and buckets in their hands. The old man followed them not far away. When they had gone a little, their hands ached and the water pots they had to carry were so heavy that the three old women lowered their buckets and water pots and rested for a while.
At that moment, three children from the village came towards them. When they arrived, one of the children was running around playing with a drum. The second child was singing a song in a pleasant voice like a siren and slowly walking along. The other child ran to the elders, took the water pot and bucket from his mother, the third elder, and carried them on his shoulders towards the village.
The first and second elders turned to the old man and asked, "Can you see our sons?" The old man replied, "Where are your sons? I only see one son."
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