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311.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,
“Foolish creature that I am! For the sake of a little pleasant food I have deprived myself of my life.”
❖ Don’t sacrifice your for trivial benefits.