The man who overvalues his birthright seldom has much other merit.
An Acorn fell from the top of an ancient Oak, landing directly on a Mushroom growing beneath. Wounded by the fall, the Mushroom complained of the rudeness. “Impertinent upstart,” the Acorn retorted, “how dare you, a mere Mushroom, presume to grow so close to your superiors? My ancestors have graced this spot for generations!”
“I don’t dispute the honor of your lineage,” replied the Mushroom. “In fact, I hardly know my origins. But it’s merit, not ancestry, that truly earns respect. While you boast about your heritage, I provide flavor and enjoyment to mankind. Meanwhile, you, with all your noble lineage, are fit only to fatten hogs.”
