A LOG that once lived on a heap of firewood forgot what wood he was made of. Despite his greatcuriosity,however,heneverthought of asking the other logs on the heap and only looked down on them, as he was certain they came from a different tree.
One day, the woodcutter loaded the firewood on his cart and went to the market to sell them. As our good log happened to remain unsold by the end of the day, however, he quickly became very curious as to whether he descended from some noble lineage.
He, then, jumped from the cart and asked the trees one by one. Yet, as it is often hard to tell the type of wood once a branch is cut from the trunk, their answer disappointed him. Our good log didn’t lose heart, however. He kept walking in the forest and asking whomever he met underway, until, at some point, he came across another woodcutter, who, however, gave him an angry look and tried to catch it instead. And he would have indeed done so, had the log not run as fast as he could to escape his luck.
Night kicked in. After a long walk, our good log finally came across a camp, in the center of which a big fire was to be found. "Maybe the fire sparks know", he thought, and after making sure no one saw him, he came close to the fire and asked:
"Do you perhaps know of my ancestors? What tree I come from?"
"From the tree with the most noble wood of all!", a spark told him.
"And what tree would that be?", the log asked her. No sooner had he finished his sentence, however, and the spark vanished, along with the answer he was hoping for. Disappointed, our good log decided it was time to call it a day, and simply went back home to sit with the other firewood. Only a few minutes later, however, the sight of the woodcutter took him by surprise, as he put them all in a bag and went to his house to light his fireplace.
"Oak wood is the best for this job", the woodcutter said as he threw the log of our story to the fire along with the other logs of the heap.
And so, our good log finally got his answer, if only for a few minutes, as, soon enough, he turned into ash and coal, just like any other firewood of any origin, noble or not.