The Farmer and the Stork
A FARMER placed nets on his newly-sown
plowlands and caught a number of Cranes,
which came to pick up his seed. With them
he trapped a Stork that had fractured his leg
in the net and was earnestly beseeching the
Farmer to spare his life. "Pray save me,
Master," he said, "and let me go free this
once. My broken limb should excite your
pity. Besides, I am no Crane, I am a Stork, a
bird of excellent character; and see how I
love and slave for my father and mother.
Look too, at my feathers—they are not the
least like those of a Crane." The Farmer
laughed aloud and said, "It may be all as you
say, I only know this: I have taken you with
these robbers, the Cranes, and you must die
in their company." Birds of a feather flock
together.
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