157 - 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."


Never exceed yourself of whatever you find pleasant, because that could be cause of your misfortune.





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