‘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,’ 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 passed over.
Obscurity often brings safety.