Two Pots had been left on the bank of a river, one of bra**,
and one of earthenware. When the tide rose they both floated off
down the stream. Now the earthenware pot tried its best to keep
aloof from the bra** one, which cried out: "Fear nothing, friend,
I will not strike 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."
The strong and the weak cannot keep company.