Arrogance...

"Don't call me your cousin you lowly creature", thundered the lovely rose looking at her neigbhour chrysantamum. Chrysatamum said nothing and looked with sad eyes. That evening gardener plucked both of them in preparation for the great welcome to the king. Rose was thrown on the street to welcome the king. Alas! Arrogance and false pride at its heart were broken as it was trampled by the king's horse. Chrysantamum adorning the lord's feet in the temple saw the king come in with naked feet and bow before her.
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