Fable #327

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A Cat was growing very thin. As you have guessed, he did not get enough to eat. Do you really think you can provide for me? asked the Eagle eagerly. But we should feel very much ashamed to make such a terrible fuss about it like you do. The slightest breeze that ruffles the surface of the water makes you bow your heads, while I, the mighty Oak, stand upright and firm before the howling tempest. True enough, replied the Boar, but when danger does come there will not be time for such work as this. The Farmer saw that he would have to take other measures. But let me ask one question: Who will bell the Cat?

Learn from the misfortunes of others.