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! But I
wish I had legs more worthy to bear such a noble crown.
It’s a pity these legs 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, the Hart
passed under some trees with branches growing low in
which his antlers got caught so that the Hunter had time
to catch up. “Alas! alas!” cried the entangled Hart. “We
often despise what is most useful to us.”
We often despise what is most useful to us.