Once, three objects sat side by side in a pasture: a horseshoe, a rock, and a hunk of wood from a fallen tree. The hunk proclaimed, "I am mighty and strong. I was once a powerful oak, proud and magestic. I have known beauty and life running through me. I am old and wise with time. I shall live forever!"
The rock sighed at the hunk of wood's boastfulness. "You know nothing of strength, friend. I was forged over many years, deep within the Earth. I have seens many centuries pass, yet here I sit. I have felt life ebb and wane around me, and will know many centuries to come. You will wither long before I begin to erode. I am stronger than you."
The horseshoe snorted. "You have no strength when compared to me. I am born of fire and steel. I have travelled far and through the roughest of terrains. I have seen more than either of you could possibly dream. The horse who once wore me passed long ago, yet I linger on. I am the strongest of all!"
Just then a storm gathered above them, and through thunder and lightning and streams of water it called to the three below:
"All of you are puny and weak! Your crowing offends me, for I am the master of you all! Hunk of wood, you are but from a tree, a tree who feed on my water. Rock, you cooled and hardened under my mist. Horseshoe, who was forged when bathed in my watershed. You are my children, and I shall destroy you all with time."
Just then, some guy came along and hit the storm in the face with a shovel, because seriously. That cloud was being a dick.
Moral: Don't be a dick.
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