A Wolf, lurking near the Shepherd's hut, saw the Shepherd and his family feasting on a roasted lamb. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. He groaned and cried and tore his hair. Just then a Crow flew by. The Rose was not indifferent, for the Butterfly's wings were powdered in a charming pattern of gold and silver. But just take a look at yourself, and then try some of your own medicine. Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. The winds do not harm us. I did not even know you were there.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.