Pride
Pride
The wind had no eye, and it carried the smoke coming out of the chimney upwards. Pride has come to the smoke that has come to the heights. Looking at the cloud, Color is just like you. A figure like you. I am as tall as you. So, I am like you, I am a cloud. ' Some peacocks ignorantly thought it was a cloud and spread their wings. The cloud came crashing down and it rained. The damp earth shuddered ... ‘Pride is not in ascending; Is on the decline. '