A Foolish Stag
A FOOLISH STAG
Once a stag was drinking water at a pond. He saw his reflection in its clear water. He
looked at his beautiful horns and admired them. He also saw his thin and lean legs. He
disliked them. Just then he saw some hounds coming towards him. He ran as fast as his
legs could carry him far away. He rushed into a forest. His beautiful horns were caught
in a bush. He tried hard to free himself but in vain. Soon the hounds reached the spot and
tore him into pieces.
MORAL;
All that glitters is not gold.
Pride hath a fall.

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