A HINDU FABLE
BY P. V. RAMASWAMI RAJU (ADAPTED)
 ONCE words ran high in a smithy.
The furnace said: "If I cease to burn, the smithy must
The bellows said: "If I cease to blow, no fire, no smithy."
The hammer and anvil, also, each claimed the sole credit for
keeping up the smithy.
The ploughshare that had been shaped by the furnace, the
bellows, the hammer and the anvil, cried: "It is not each of
you alone, that keeps up the smithy, but all together."