Crossroads

I stood at the crossroads. I looked left. I looked right.

A crow landed on a tree by the side of the road.

I said, “What do you recommend?”

The crow said, “If you go about a mile to the left, there’s Shangri-La.”

I said, “What about the right?”

The crow said, “Oh, you don’t want to go there.”

I went to the right. After a couple miles I came to a collapsed bridge.

I said to the bridge, “Are you okay?”

The bridge said, “What do you think?”