Fable #449

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A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. The foolish bird got the idea that if he lived like the Swan, swimming and diving all day long and eating the weeds and plants that grow in the water, his feathers would turn white like the Swan's. Besides, I did not know the Cranes were going to steal. I should be glad to do as you ask, he added, but I have noticed that there are many footprints leading into your cave and none coming out. Then handing the bundle to each of his Sons in turn he told them to try to break it. I dislike causing sorrow to anybody, and I am sure I can soon gnaw this string to pieces. But after the wedding, when the Kite flew away to find something to eat for his bride, all he had when he returned, was a tiny Mouse. The poor Miller now set out sadly for home. But the third time, the Fox went boldly up to the Lion and, without turning a hair, said, Hello, there, old top.

When the great fall out, the weak must suffer for it.