"It will tear you down," said the reed. "You should learn to give way, like I do."
"I cannot bend," said the oak. "I must endure."
The reed snickered. "We will see which of us breaks."
Night fell. The storm came, and the reed dove among its brothers, kneeling before the blast. In the darkness, there was a terrible, wrenching scream.
The sun rose, glittering on the dewy green oak leaves... and the broken shards of the wind.