An ant went to the bank of a river to quench its thirst, and being carried away by the rush of the stream, was on the point of drowning.
A dove sitting on a tree overhanging the water plucked a leaf and let it fall into the stream close to her.
The ant climbed onto it and floated, in safety, to the bank.
Shortly afterwards a bird-catcher came and stood under the tree, and laid his lime-twigs for the Dove, which sat in the branches.
The ant, perceiving his design, bit him on the foot.
In pain the bird-catcher threw down the twigs, and the noise made the Dove take wing.
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Friday, November 30, 2007
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