A River carried down, in its
stream, two
pots, one made of Earthenware,
and the
other of Brass.
The Brass Pot was
disposed to be social.
"Since We are companions in this way, let
us
be friendly," he said. "In union is
strength.
Though we are carried away against our will,
it is of no use to repine.
We may yet see
much good."
But the Earthen Pot said,
"I beg you not
to come so near me. I am as much afraid of
you as of the river; for if you do
but touch
me ever so slightly, I shall be sure to break."
Equals make the best friends.
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