A FARMER placed nets on his newly-sown plowlands and caught a number of Cranes, which came to pick up his seed. —
With them he trapped a Stork that had fractured his leg in the net and was earnestly beseeching the Farmer to spare his life. —
“Pray save me, Master,” he said, “and let me go free this once. —
My broken limb should excite your pity. —
Besides, I am no Crane, I am a Stork, a bird of excellent character; —
and see how I love and slave for my father and mother. —
Look too, at my feathers — they are not the least like those of a Crane.” The Farmer laughed aloud and said, “It may be all as you say, I only know this: —
I have taken you with these robbers, the Cranes, and you must die in their company.”
Birds of a feather flock together.