AN Olive-tree taunted a Fig-tree with the loss of her leaves at a certain season of the year. “ You,” she said, “ lose your leaves every autumn, and are bare till the spring : whereas I, as you see, remain green and flourishing all the year round.” Soon afterwards there came a heavy fall of snow, which settled on the leaves of the Olive so that she bent and broke under the weight; but the flakes fell harmlessly through the bare branches of the Fig, which survived to bear many another crop.