Chapter 77
One day a fir tree was boasting to a bramble, “Your life is really without significance and no use to anyone, whereas mine is filled with many high and noble purposes. How could barns and houses be built without me? I furnish taper spars for ships and beams for roofs of palaces.”
“Good sir,” replied the bramble, “when the woodcutters come here with their axes and saws, what would you give to be a bramble and not a fir?”
Better a humble life of security than face the dangers confronting the high and mighty.
