Fable #43

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A Lion and an Ass agreed to go hunting together. But the Beetle buzzed about Jupiter's head, and made him rise to drive her away; and the eggs rolled from his lap. This Dog was a favorite and received many a pat and kind word from his Master, as well as choice bits from his plate. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. Not a drop of soup could he get, But the Fox lapped it up easily, and, to increase the disappointment of the Stork, made a great show of enjoyment. The Goatherd tried to call it back, but in vain. It is worth just as much to you as the treasure you lost!

In quarreling about the shadow we often lose the substance.