PRIDE HAS A FALL (short story)

It was high autumn. An olive tree and a fig tree stood near each other. The fig tree had lost all his leaves and became quite bare. Seeing his neighbour, the olive tree puffed up with pride. The olive tree taunted the fig tree, How unlucky you are! You lose your leaves every autumn to be bare. But I flourish all the year round. The fig tree argued, Friend! It's my destiny to be bare and yours to be evergreen. But there is nothing to feel small or proud about it. It is out of control of both of us. Few days later, there occurred a snow-fall. The snow settled on the leaves of the olive tree and gave way under its heavy weight. But as for the fig tree, the snow fell to the ground through its bare branches and it survived the snow-storm.***prbxselfnetwork***