I HAVE BEEN TELLING A SMALL STORY about two little straws that are driftingin a flooded river.

    ONE STRAW, which is laying across the current and trying to hold back the flood, is screaming that he will not let the river go forward. Although the river is moving ahead and the straw is unable to control it, yet he goes on shouting that the river will be stopped. He is boasting aloud that whether he lives or dies, he will stop the river. But the straw is still drifting.