Ralph Waldo Emerson’s saying, “Hitch your wagon to a star” has become very famous. Mere size is not everything; a mountain is a million times bigger than a squirrel, but not nearly so much alive. One day the mountain and the squirrel had a quarrel. The huge lofty mountain called the tiny squirrel a ‘Little Prig’; petty thief. Bun, the squirrel, replied to the mountain and said that there was absolutely no doubt that he was very big, but to make up a sphere; the globe of the earth; in a year, all sorts of things and weather must be taken up into account together.
The squirrel thinks that there was no disgrace for the mountain to take and occupy its tiny space. Indeed the tiny squirrel is not as large as the lofty mountain and the mountain not as small as the squirrel but the mountain is not even as half as active as the squirrel. Every time the squirrel leaves his home in search of food on the ground the mountain leaves the tiny marks of its footprints behind. The talents of both the mountain and the squirrel and the mountains differ by leaps and bounds. Nature judges that all is well and wisely put. If the squirrel cannot carry the forest on its back then the mountain cannot crack a tiny nut.