One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found their way. Constancy! laughed the Butterfly. I had no sooner left you than I saw Zephyr kissing you. The poor Jackdaw returned sadly to his former companions. To find the thief I offered to sacrifice a fat Calf. Far into the sky he soared trying to shake off his enemy. The Beasts, too, had cause for fight. But he was generous and finally let the Mouse go. But when he came back and saw how many of the flock had been killed and carried off, he knew how foolish to trust a Wolf.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.