There once was a man who had quarrelsome children. Even on his dying day
they bickered.
"My last ," he said, "is for you to bring me a of sticks."
When this was done, he gave each child one and said, "Take your solitary
twig in hand and break it."
Crack! Crack! went the dry, old wood as each child broke a solitary twig.
"Now," he said, " them together. Tie them, and you'll see how much
stronger your brittle twig can be."
The old man . His children never forgot that day. Though they
each lived separate, distant lives, Each sister, Each brother, In times of
trouble they bonded together like a bundle of sticks, Giving to
one another.