Chapter 88
A hart, who was mercilessly pursued by hunters, hid himself among the branches of a vine. When the hunters passed by without discovering him and he thought that the coast was clear, he began browsing upon the leaves that had concealed him. But one of the hunters, attracted by the rustling of the leaves, turned around, and guessing where their prey was, shot into the bush and killed him. As the hart was dying, he uttered these last words: “This is what I justly deserve for being so ungrateful and injuring the vine that protected me when I was in danger.”
Respect the hand that feeds.
