Fable #111

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The Fox one day thought of a plan to amuse himself at the expense of the Stork, at whose odd appearance he was always laughing. The Leopard was about to lose his temper when the Fox got up, yawning lazily. But as he ran his wide-spreading antlers caught in the branches of the trees, and soon the Panther overtook him. Then one day, when the ripe golden grain waved in the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field. Naturally that was an awful state of affairs for a greedy Wolf. I would gladly get them, said the cunning Monkey, but you are much more skillful at such things than I am. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. There the first he laid hands on and killed was the Wolf.

We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.