The Hart was once drinking from a pool and admiring the noble figure
he made there. "Ah," said he, "where can you see such
noble horns as these, with such antlers! I wish I had legs more worthy
to bear such a noble crown; it is a pity they are so slim and slight."
At that moment a Hunter approached and sent an arrow whistling after
him. Away bounded
the Hart, and soon, by the aid of his nimble legs, was nearly out
of sight of the Hunter; but not noticing where he was going, he passed
under some trees with branches growing low down in which his antlers
were caught, so that the Hunter had time to come up. "Alas! alas!"
cried
the Hart:
"We often despise what is most useful to us."
