Two Pots had been left on the bank of a river, one of brass, and one of clay pots.
When the flood rose they both floated off down the stream.
Now the clay pot tried its best to keep aloof
from the brass one, which cried out: "Fear
nothing, friend, I will not collide with you."
"But I may come in contact with you," said the
other, "if I come too close; and whether I hit
you, or you hit me, I shall suffer for it."
Moral: The strong and the weak cannot
keep company.