THE EAGLE AND THE ARROW

A hunter once shot an eagle. Severely wounded, the bird managed to fly to his home. When he arrived he glanced at the cruel arrow in his breast. It was winged with one of his own feathers.

“Oh,” he cried, “to think I have been murdered by an arrow that I helped to make!”

—Æsop.

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wis domin vi ta tionthis tlesoil
clothcom pa nywhis tletoil
clothespea cockex pecttoi let
be ganhow ev erin deedsuit

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Learning is not wisdom any more than cloth is clothes.

—French.