The Thrush and the Fowler





A THRUSH was feeding on a myrtle-tree and did not move from it

because its berries were so delicious. A Fowler observed her

staying so long in one spot, and having well bird-limed his

reeds, caught her. The Thrush, being at the point of death,

exclaimed, "O foolish creature that I am! For the sake of a

little pleasant food I have deprived myself of my life."





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