The Fowler and the Lark

097. THE FOWLER AND THE LARK. A fowler set snares to catch larks in the open field. A lark was caught, and finding herself entangled, could not forbear lamenting her hard fate. “Ah! woe is me,” says she, “what crime have I committed? I have taken neither silver nor gold, nor any thing of value; but must die for eating a poor grain of wheat.” [more info]

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