Two brothers who lived on adjoining farms developed a bitter dispute. It was their first serious rift in forty years of farming side-by-side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as necessary. They had never had a quarrel until now. It began with a small misunderstanding but eventually mushroomed into a major difference, and finally exploded into a war of words, followed by separation and silence. One morning there was a knock at the back door of the elder brother’s door. He opened the door and found a man standing outside. He was stooped and was holding a carpenter’s toolbox. “I am looking for a few day’s work,” said the itinerant carpenter. “Perhaps you have some small jobs that I can do.” “Well, I believe I do,” said the older brother. “Look across the creek at that other farm…