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Rudas laughed, a dry, rasping sound. “One year? We will be dead in one week.”

By spring, the deer returned. The rabbits came back. And the old blind badger, finding his way by touch, laid a single acorn at Mažius’s paws.

“You asked what you could do,” the badger said. “You did not move the mountain. You moved the drop.” ka padaret vienam is maziausiuju broliu

One autumn, a great sickness came to the forest. The Stream of Clear Water, the only source of drink for miles, turned bitter and dark. The deer left. The rabbits hid. Rudas and Pilkas returned from their hunts with empty bellies and dull eyes.

“Brother, what are you doing?” asked Pilkas. “Drink! Save your strength!” Rudas laughed, a dry, rasping sound

The brothers searched, but the forest was vast. They were about to give up when they heard a faint, rhythmic tap-tap-tap . Following the sound, they came to the edge of a cliff. There was Mažius. He had found a thin, hidden crack in the rock—a forgotten spring. Water trickled from it, drop by drop, into a small hollow he had lined with clean moss.

That night, the three brothers drank from the slow, clean trickle of the hidden spring. The next day, while Rudas and Pilkas rested, Mažius continued his work. By the second day, Pilkas, ashamed, began to dig a small trench from the spring to the sapling. By the third day, Rudas, moved by a feeling he could not name, guarded the spring from a curious lynx. The rabbits came back

Rudas and Pilkas grew strong again. But they never forgot the lesson of the smallest brother. From that day on, when the pack chose a leader, they did not choose the swiftest or the cleverest.