By the riverbank, there were a very large oak stood near some reeds. When the wind blew, the reeds bowed low in the wind. The oak said "You are so weak, my friend. Only the light breeze, you couldn't even stand up." " Unlike, I'm not scared of anything. I stand upright when the wind blows" the oak continued.
On the night, the great storm came and the oak fought against the storm. Afttrr all his effort, he still could not stand against the wind. Finally, the oak fell but the reeds were survived.