The Oak tree always thought that he was far stronger than the reeds. He said to himself "I stand upright in a storm. I don't bend my head in fear every time the wind blows. But these reeds are really so weak."
That very night blew a storm and the mighty oak tree was uprooted.
"Good God!" sighed the reeds, "our way is better. We bend but we don't break."
MORAL : Pride hath a fall
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