There was a farmer living on the county with his son and one horse.
One day, the horse escaped from the farm and disappeard. Everybody in the farm and in the neighbourhood was sad and felt sorry for the farmer.
Some days passed and the horse came back bringing other wild horses with it. Everybody in the farm and in the neighbourhood thought how lucky the farmer was.
The farmer’s son really liked to ride a horse and was very good in it. One day, he fell off the horse, and broke his backbone. He became crippled and had to sit in the wheelchair. Everybody in the farm and in the neighbourhood was sad and felt sorry for the farmer and his son.
Then the news of the war arrived to the neighbourhood and soilders came to recruit into the army, and all the strong and healthy men were enrolled into the army. They went to fight for the mother country and died, except the farmer’s son…
Hearing that, I wonder what do we call bad luck and luck?
