Aesop's Fables

#276 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."