Fable #597

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There was once a Dog who was very fond of eggs. Then, decked in his finery, gleaming with emerald, gold, purple, and azure, he strutted proudly among the birds. But I think it best that each one confess his sins as I have done. The Bear lost his temper in an instant, and sprang upon the log tooth and claw, to destroy the nest. The wise old Owl knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Grasshopper, nor with anybody else for that matter. Mother Mole saw she would have to get such conceit out of his head. The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella. But he immediately wrapped it closely around him, and the harder the Wind blew, the tighter he held it to him. If you drive them away, another greedy swarm will come and take the little blood I have left.

Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.