The Hart and the Hunter
The
Hart and the Hunter
The Hart was once
drinking from a pool and admiring the noble figure he made there. “Ah,” said
he. “Where can you see such noble horns as these, with such antlers? I wish I
had legs more worthy to bear such a noble crown, it is a pity they are so slim
and slight.” At that moment a Hunter approached and sent an arrow whistling
after him. Away bounded the Hart, and soon, by the aid of his nimble legs, was
nearly out of sight of the Hunter, but not noticing where he was going, he
passed under some trees with branches growing low down in which his antlers
were caught so that the Hunter had time to come up. “Alas! Alas!” cried the
Hart. “We often despise what is most useful to us.”
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