There was this paper, just fresh from the machine.
He was so humble that people would buy him. However, because of the praises of his good quality, he became more stubborn and arrogant. He would show off his white perfect quality and boasts that no other paper has that quality. With much vanity in his fibers, he talks about himself to other papers of his same kind. However, a tree approached him. “Who are you?” the proud paper said.
“I am a tree. You came from me. Everyone of you came from me.” Said the tree.
“And so?” he said raising his blue lines.
“You don’t have the right to boast about yourself. You’re just a paper. Other papers are better than you, but they just stick around the corner, being used humbly.”
“I don’t care. I’ll prove that I’m the best. Pour water to me. Burn me. I’ll be alive.”
The rain poured. The tree just laughed. The paper was soaked. It was the end of him.
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