Even if the rains hit, even if the harsh thunderstorm comes, it never moved an inch, which caused his own laziness. Until one day a crow came, took the stone and from a far height it dropped the stone. It was so lazy that over years it became even more lazy. His own laziness cost his death, had broke apart dust. He was so speed and he was invisible. And he defeated its enemies with ease. But every winner is a loser a day