The Tailor's Needle

A tailor was at work. He took a piece of cloth and with a pair of shining, 
costly, scissors, he cut the cloth into various bits. Then he put the pair 
of scissors at his feet. Then he took a small needle and thread and 
started to sew the bits of cloth, into a fine shirt. When the spell of 
sewing was over, he stuck the needle on to his turban.

The tailor's son who was watching it asked him:

"Father, the scissors are costly and look so beautiful. But you throw 
them down at your feet. This needle is worth almost nothing; you 
can get a dozen for an anna. Yet, you place it carefully on your head 
itself. Is there any reason for this illogical behaviour?"

"Yes, my son. The scissors have their function, no doubt; but 
they only cut the cloth into bits. The needle, on the contrary,
 unites the bits and enhances the value of the cloth. Therefore,
 the needle to me is more precious and valuable. The value of a
 thing depends on its utility, son, not on its cost-price or appearance."