Oak said it to the junk:
"You have good reason to complain of nature.
- Why? "I ask the rush.
- A bird is a heavy burden to you, any breeze that happens to touch the surface of the water forces you to tilt your head.
Then the junk you satisfied:
"You're very kind to worry about me, but do not worry, the winds are less frightening for me than for you, because I bend but not break me.
"So far," said the oak has survived its fearsome blows without breaking down, but wait to the end.
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When completed by the end of the horizon came up with the dreadful fury of the sons of the North Wind, who had never got there.
The wind started blowing and blowing the tree remained upright, the bent reed. The wind strength increased much more and pulled the oak while the reed bowed but did not break.
Moral: Do not despise anyone believe that you are the best, because that seems fragile also has strength and nature.
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