A pomegranate tree and an apple tree had a fight over who had the highest position in their grove. The pomegranate tree said, “Your fruit is no competition for me.” The apple tree replied, “The tips of my branches are filled with beautiful blossoms.” A weed from the neighboring square of land overhead and said, “Please stop arguing in front of a poor creature like me. I can’t ever hope to be as beautiful or bountiful as either of you.”