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 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 passed over.