The Oak tree always thought that he was far stronger than the Reeds.
Said he to the Reeds “I stand upright in a storm. I do not bend my head in fear every time the wind blows. You Reeds are really so weak that you would bend on every stock of wind.”
That very night a storm blew and the mighty oak tree was uprooted.
“Good God!” sighed the Reeds, “our way is better. We bend to but we do not break.”