The Birdcatcher, the Partridge, and the Cock

A BIRDCATCHER was about to sit down to a dinner of herbs when a

friend unexpectedly came in. The bird-trap was quite empty, as

he had caught nothing, and he had to kill a pied Partridge, which

he had tamed for a decoy. The bird entreated earnestly for his

life: "What would you do without me when next you spread your

nets? Who would chirp you to sleep, or call for you the covey of

answering birds?' The Birdcatcher spared his life, and determined

to pick out a fine young Cock just attaining to his comb. But

the Cock expostulated in piteous tones from his perch: "If you

kill me, who will announce to you the appearance of the dawn?

Who will wake you to your daily tasks or tell you when it is time

to visit the bird-trap in the morning?' He replied, "What you say

is true. You are a capital bird at telling the time of day. But

my friend and I must have our dinners."

Necessity knows no law.

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