"Well, little one," Said a tree to a reed that was growing atits foot, "Why do you not plant your feet deeply in the ground,and raise your head boldly in the air as I do?" "I am contented1 with my lot," Said the reed. "I may not be sogrand, but I think I am safer." "Safe!" Sneered2 the tree. "Who shall pluck me up by the rootsor bow my head to the ground?" But it soon had to repent3 of itsboasting, for a hurricane arose which tore it up from its roots,and cast it a useless log on the ground, while the little reed,bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again whenthe storm had passed over. 
Obscurity often brings safety. 