A Farmer was driving his wagon along a miry country road after a heavy rain. The Frog puffed up still more. Hurrying to the tree where the Cock was roosting, he said very politely: A hearty welcome to our woods, honored sir. The Pheasants stared giddily. Besides, I have a very important errand that I had almost forgotten about. What is that on your neck? The other was nothing but a bird who wouldn't harm you in the least. And so they died, giving their lives for the sake of a taste of sweetness.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.