A BIRDCATCHER was about to sit down to a dinner of herbs when a friend unexpectedly came in. —
The bird-trap was quite empty, as he had caught nothing, and he had to kill a pied Partridge, which he had tamed for a decoy. —
The bird entreated earnestly for his life: —
“What would you do without me when next you spread your nets? —
Who would chirp you to sleep, or call for you the covey of answering birds? —
’ The Birdcatcher spared his life, and determined to pick out a fine young Cock just attaining to his comb. —
But the Cock expostulated in piteous tones from his perch: —
“If you kill me, who will announce to you the appearance of the dawn? —
Who will wake you to your daily tasks or tell you when it is time to visit the bird-trap in the morning? —
’ He replied, “What you say is true. —
You are a capital bird at telling the time of day. —
But my friend and I must have our dinners.”
Necessity knows no law.