The Fir and the Bramble
A vain fir is stopped short in her boasting by a clear-thinking bush.
In this Aesop’s Fable, a gloating fir tree and a prickly (in every sense) bramble bush get themselves into a silly argument, which ends with a sobering reminder for the fir.
IN the heat of a quarrel with a bramble bush, a fir tree began singing her own praises. “Shapely is what I am, and tall in perfect proportion; straight up I go, and the very clouds are my neighbours. Yet I am also the joist of the roof, and the keel of the ship. How, prickle-bush, can you compare with such a tree?”
“Take comfort in remembering that” the bramble retorted “when they come to fell you with axe and saw. How you will wish then that you were a bramble!”
And the moral of that is, that a celebrity has more glory than lesser lights, but must also run more risks.