The Oak tree always thought that he was far stronger then 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."
 
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