A Giant Oak stood near a brook in which grew some slender Reeds. Perhaps we may thus obtain forgiveness and cure for all. The Weasel had to admit that the Bat was not a Mouse, so he let him go. No, indeed; they settled right down, feet and all, to gorge themselves. I have no brothers. The bite was deadly and the Farmer felt that he must die. Roused from his nap, the Lion laid his huge paw angrily on the tiny creature to kill her. He soon roused the whole hen yard, and when the Farmer came running out, that was the end of Mr. Fox.
The useful is of much more importance and value, than the ornamental.