A _mighty_ oak that had been uprooted by a _terrible_ storm, lay on
the bank of a river.
On the edge of the water grew a straight slender reed.
“What, are you still growing!” said the oak. “I was big and strong.
You are little and weak.”
“I can _explain_,” _answered_ the reed. “You fought the _storm_ as it
swept by. So you were _uprooted_ for all your _splendid_ strength.
Instead of fighting the storm, I bent to it, and I still stand.”
--ÆSOP.
Rewrite the above fable, using other words in place of those that are
italicized.
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de pends
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