Fable #360

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A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. It is a chest of gold lost from some wreck, they cried. Chickens and Geese fell by the score--and the victor always stopped for a feast. When a man decides to do his own work and not depend on any one else, then you may be sure there will be no more delay. No doubt he was hungry, but that was not an excuse for stealing. Then he turned to the Fox. You divide it, he roared angrily. The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.

The deceitful have no friends.