Once on a crossroad amidst the deep and silent woods where four paths leading towards distinct landmarks met, there stood an old traffic man. People say he was less a cop more a guide.
Many people from lost travelers to rulers of lands reached their destinations moving on his directed paths but none returned to even thank him.
After long years a vagabond whom the cop had guided once, returned but couldn’t find him there. The traffics lights had replaced a man of flesh and bones.
The despised vagabond installed a statue of that cop in the center of crossroads. Some people say, the statue still guides the travelers towards their destiny.