The oak tree always thought that he was far stronger than the reeds. He said to himself "I stand upright in a storm. I don't bend my head in fear every time the wind blows. but these reeds are really so weak." That very night blew a storm and the mighty oak tree was uprooted. "Good god!" Sighed the reeds, "Our way is better. we bend but we don't break." 
Pride hath a fall. 