The four young men agreed. They packed their bags and set off together.
When the brothers reached a place where four roads met, the eldest one spoke.
“Let’s each follow one of these roads!”
The youngest nodded. “Yes, but we must meet again in one year’s time at our father’s house. Then, we can share our stories!”
The four shook hands, and each went down a different road.
One year later, the eldest brother knocked on the door of his father’s house. He was carrying a satchel full of leather and tools.
“Welcome home, son!” said the old hunter.
The boy hugged him. “It’s good to be back! I have been to many places and seen many things. Along the way, I have become a cobbler and learned how to…
