It happened once upon a time that a certain Greek ship bound for Athens was wrecked off the coast close to Piraeus, the port of Athens. The Goatherd tried to call it back, but in vain. Just then a Weasel came by, He understood the situation quickly. Piraeus is my very best friend. As the days passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young birds, too, grew in strength. He was very faithful to his duty, though the smell of the good things in the basket tempted him. The Eagle's grief and anger knew no bounds, but who had done the cruel deed she did not know. You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not, she said as she hurried away, but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.
The useful is of much more importance and value, than the ornamental.