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      The Thrush and the Fowler


Once 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."