The rich man's sons

There was one a rich man who had two sons.
They were good sons and he bought a horse for each of them.
 The two yound men were very pleased with their horses, and rode them every day. Every night they talked about them. They asked their father about the food for the horses, and they asked him other questions every day. Each brother liked his own horse better than the other, and sometimes the two men gor very angry. The house was a quiet place before the horses were bought, but now it was full of noise.
 Their father became very tired of all this.
 One day he died, and the two sons wanted to know about their father's money. They found a piece of paper and they read these words on it:-


     When I die, my two sons must ride from London to the New Forest. I give all my money to the owner of the horse which gets to the New Forest last. I give nothing to the owner of the horse which gets there first.
     The two men read this again. They sat and thought about it for a long time.
    " We must start just now," said the other. " You may start before me if you like."
    " I'll wait a little," said the first man. "I'll have my dinner before I start."
    " I'll start tomorrow," said the other.
      They started their rde two or three days later, but they did not ride very quicly. Each man wanted the other to get to the New Forest before him. So each of them made his horse walk. When one of them got far in front of the other, he turned his horse and rode back along the road to London. When the other saw this, he did not the same. They never went near the New Forest at all.
    One night they came to a hotel, got off their horses, and went it. They asked for some food and two beds.
    The two brothers looked very tired and the man in the hotel said., " you look very tired. What are you doing here ?"
  " They told him about their horses and their father's money.
  " If my horse gets to the New Forest before the other," said one of them, " I shall lose the money. If  brother's horses gets there fisrt, I'll get all the money. So we never ride quickly. We've been on the roads now for three months. We shall never get to the New Forest. What shall we do ? No one well ever get our father's money.
  The man went away to bring some food, but he soon came back.
   " You can be at your journey's end tomorrow, " he said to one of the brothers.
   " Oh, no," he answered, " I can't believed that."
   " Yes, you'll be there tomorrow, or even tonight. Change horses! Ride your brother's horse. Make it get to the New Forest before your own horse."
      Before he finished, the two men were running out of the hotel.