Two Young Man

The sun was scorching hot that afternoon. The air above the road seemed to expand. It was a small, cobbled street with a dark, dense forest on either side.

A horse-drawn carriage drove leisurely along the road. A thin, old horse stepped lazily.

There was also a young man in his teens sitting in the coachman's seat. His face looked very sleepy. Many times his mouth yawned widely. Until finally he really fell asleep.

The carriage he was riding was carrying a pile of dry hay. Like the horse, the carriage also looked old and did not stop swaying.

For a long time the carriage ran. Suddenly the young coachman woke up. Rubbing his eyes, he looked far ahead. At once his face brightened. Then he turned around and began to speak.

"Sir. Sorry to disturb your rest. It seems we have almost arrived at our destination." The young coachman said.