A high mountain casts its shadow over a small village all day. Children, due to lack of sun, grow stunted.

One day, the inhabitants see how an old man walks away from the village carrying a porcelain spoon in his hand.

– Where are you going?, they ask.
– I am going to the mountain, answers the old man.
– And what are you going to do there?
– I am going to move the mountain.
– With what?
– With this little porcelain spoon.
– Haa, haaa, you can never!
– I already know it. I’ll never be able to but someone needs to start