The Thrush and the Fowler (fable)

A THRUSH was feeding on a myrtle-tree and did not move from it because its berries were so delicious. A Fowler observed her staying so long in one spot, and, having well bird-limed his reeds, caught her.

The Thrush, being at the point of death, exclaimed,

“O foolish creature that I am! For the sake of a little pleasant food I have deprived myself of my life.”



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