The Two Bags

Once upon a time, in a quirky village where everyone wore something rather odd, each person had two bags hanging around their neck. Imagine that—bags for stones, not snacks or toys!

The front bag was easy to peek into. It was filled with tiny stones, each one showing a little mistake someone else made. If someone tripped or wore a funny outfit, you could just grab a stone and say, "Oops! Look what you did!"

The back bag, though, was the tricky one. It was bigger and stuffed with bigger stones for their own goof-ups. But since it hung on their back, it was really hard to see what was inside.

People were always busy pointing at the tiny mistakes in their front bags, completely forgetting about the huge pile of stones they were carrying in their back bags.

One day, a clever old lady, wise and a bit cheeky, called everyone to the village center. She was the kind of grandma who knew all the tricks in the book.

"Why are you all fussing over the tiny stones and forgetting the big ones you can't see?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

The villagers looked confused. Some even tried to look over their shoulders, as if they expected to see someone else's bag of blunders.

The old lady laughed and twirled her walking stick, "Before we giggle about someone else's oopsies, shouldn't we think about our own big whoopsies? We all have them, and it's pretty cool to learn from them!"

After that day, everyone tried a bit harder to look at their own back bags and learn about their own mistakes. They started laughing more about their own blunders before worrying about others', and the village became a much friendlier and funnier place to live!

In a land where folks wore bags quite unique,
One in front and one back, so to speak.
The front bag held stones for others' wrongs,
Easy to see, like the notes in songs.

In that front bag, stones small and light,
Each a mistake seen clear in sight.
“Look at this stone, a blunder you've made!”
Pointing out faults, a common parade.

But the back bag, oh, heavy and wide,
Filled with their own mistakes they'd hide.
Since it hung back, out of their view,
Their own errors, they never knew.

Day by day, pointing out the small,
Ignoring their back bag, stones and all.
Speaking of faults in a merry dance,
While their own errors got not a glance.

Then one wise woman, old and sage,
Gathered the town in the central stage.
“Why see the front and not the back?
Notice your own stones, piled in a stack!”

Confusion spread, the truth was raw,
Their own mistakes, finally they saw.
“Before you judge another's way,
Reflect on your own, day by day.”

From that moment, the town's new plan:
Be more forgiving, as best you can.
Understanding grew, wide and deep,
In their hearts, this lesson they keep.