A sacred Image was being carried to the temple. Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. The winds do not harm us. The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it. What a fool I am, he said, Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for. A Countryman chanced to see the unequal combat. The man took off his cap and mopped his brow. I'll show him who is fit to be king, he or I. Just then an immense shadow blotted him out entirely, and the next instant a Lion struck him down with a single blow.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.