About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.
The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped
There was no fence there at all
It was a bridge — a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other!
A fine piece of work — handrails and all — and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.
“You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done.”
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand.
They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.
“No, wait! Stay a few days
I've a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.
“I'd love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I have many more bridges to build.”