The Fox one day thought of a plan to amuse himself at the expense of the Stork, at whose odd appearance he was always laughing. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the lucky Crow held a bit of cheese in her beak. That is a Jackdaw, my children. So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth. He easily guessed what the Wolf had in mind, and thought of a plan to save himself. But she could walk sideways only, like her son. But the Gnat was not in the least disturbed. If you drive them away, another greedy swarm will come and take the little blood I have left.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.