This is a fable I wrote in eighth grade for school. The assignment was to find a motto we liked and write a fable for it.
Once in a forest in a hollow oak tree sat a little squirrel crying over the happenings of that afternoon.
A fly was flying by when he heard the mournful sound and flew over to see what the matter was.
"What happened, my friend squirrel that you cry so?"
The young squirrel looked up and said, "I have such a horrid life. Wherever I go I am running for my life and searching for whatever I can find to eat." He began to cry again.
The fly looked out of the hollow tree to see rain falling hard and turned to the squirrel saying,"Be glad of one thing my friend. You may leave this hollow tree safely."
"There is always someone worse off than yourself."
