A mechanic puts wheels on a painter’s ladder and invents a habit: move the tool to the task, not the task to the tool.
**Hook:** Rina, a muralist, spent more time dragging her ladder than painting. A mechanic neighbor watched her wrestle with steps and curses.
**Rise:** He bolted tiny wheels to one side and a brake to the other. “Try rolling the sky,” he said. The ladder glided; the wall transformed from obstacle to invitation. Rina stopped climbing down for every brush, every color, every centimeter of reach. She painted the sun without panting.
Soon, other workers visited: the electrician, the flower seller, the librarian. Wheels appeared under heavy, honest things—book carts, water drums, a toddler’s curiosity. The alley turned into an idea factory where problems grew legs.
**Finish:** The mural finished early: a street teaching itself to move forward. At the bottom corner, Rina painted a small ladder riding on a comet. **Moral:** Don’t suffer tools; improve them and yourself together.
