well little one said a tree to a reed that was growing at its foot why do you not plant your feet deeply in the ground and raise your head boldly in the air as I do I am contented with my lot I may not be sogrand but I think I am safer safe sneered the tree who shall me up by
the roots or bow my head to te ground but it soon had to repent of its boasting for a hurricane arose which tore it up from its roots.
ad cast it useless log on the ground whle the little reed bending to the force of the wind soon stood upringht again when the storm had passed over