One day, making tracks In the prarie of Prax, Came a
North-Going Zax And a south-going Zax.
And it happened that both of them came to a place where they
bumped.
There they stood. Foot to foot. Face to face.
“Look here, now!” the North-Going Zax said. “I
say! You are blocking my path. You are right in my way. I’m a
North-Going Zax and I always go north. Get out of my way, now, and let me
go forth!”
“Who’s in whose way?” snapped the South-Going Zax.
“I always go south, making south going tracks. So you’re in MY
way! And I ask you to move and let me go south in my south going groove.”
Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride. “I
never,” he said, “take a step to one side. And I’ll prove to you that I
won’t change my ways if I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!”
“And I’ll prove to YOU” yelled the South-Going Zax, “That I can
stand here in the prairie of Prax for fifty-nine years! For I live
by a rule that I learned as a boy back in South-Going school. Never
budge! That’s my rule. Never budge in the least! Not an inch to the
west! Not an inch to the east! I’ll stay here, not budging!
I can and I will if it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!”
Well…. Of course the world didn’t’ stand still. The world
grew. In a couple of years, the new highway came through. And they built it
right over those two stubborn Zax
And
left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks. -Dr. Seuss
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