Some Cranes saw a farmer plowing a large field. Look, said one, a great ship rides in from distant lands, bearing rich treasures! The sun was sinking. The Eagle accepted the Kite immediately. If he had stopped to think he would have known better. But this only brought out the whole swarm. Soon a swarm of blood-sucking flies settled on him; but he lay quietly, still too weak to run away from them. The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
Greatness has its penalties.