Fable
The Fox & The Pheasants
One moonlight evening as Master Fox was taking
his usual stroll in the woods, he saw a number of Pheasants perched quite out
of his reach on a limb of a tall old tree. The sly Fox soon found a bright
patch of moonlight, where the Pheasants could see him clearly; there he raised
himself up on his hind legs, and began a wild dance. First, he whirled 'round
and 'round like a top, then he hopped up and down, cutting all sorts of strange
capers. The Pheasants stared giddily. They hardly dared blink for fear of
losing him out of their sight a single instant.
Now
the Fox made as if to climb a tree, now he fell over and lay still, playing
dead, and the next instant he was hopping on all fours, his back in the air,
and his bushy tail shaking so that it seemed to throw out silver sparks in the
moonlight.
By
this time the poor birds' heads were in a whirl. And when the Fox began his
performance all over again, so dazed did they become, that they lost their hold
on the limb, and fell down one by one to the Fox.
Moral
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Too much attention to danger may cause us to fall victims to it.
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