The Thrush And The Fowler
Aesop Fable: The Thrush And The Fowler
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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