"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 am contented with my lot,"
said the Reed. "I may not be so
grand, but I think I am safer."
"Safe!" sneered the Tree.
"Who shall pluck me up by the roots
or bow my head to the ground?"
But it soon had to repent of its
boasting, for a hurricane arose
which tore it up from its roots, and
cast it a useless log on the ground,
while the little Reed, bending to
the force of the wind, soon stood
upright again when the storm had
Moral of Aesop's Fable:
"Obscurity often brings