The Ibex and the Crumbling Ledge
High on a precipitous mountain lived a young ibex named Dario. He was the most skilled climber in his entire herd, and he was thoroughly aware of it. He leaped from rock to rock without ever bothering to look down.
One crisp autumn day, the herd's leader, an old female named Sela, halted at the edge of a narrow ledge. "I have never walked this path before," she said. "The rains have been unusually heavy this season. Let us test the ledge before we all cross it."
Dario snorted impatiently. "I could cross it in a blink. I do not need to test anything."
"Wait," said Sela. "Even the strongest climber still depends on solid ground."
Dario did not wait. He trotted confidently onto the ledge, and with a soft crack, an entire slab of rock gave way beneath his back hooves. He scrambled desperately and clung to the wall, trembling all over. Below him there was nothing but empty air.
"Hold perfectly still," called Sela. She and two other ibex edged along the safer side of the ledge and pressed their shoulders firmly against his, guiding him carefully back onto solid rock.
Dario was silent for a long time. At last he said, "I believed that asking for advice was something only weak climbers did."
"The best climbers ask the most questions," replied Sela. "That is precisely how they grow old."