WHO IS TO BLAME?
ONLY A BIRD.
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AN you see the old man behind his rows of cages? In them are many poor little birds. They cannot fly about in the pure sweet air. The old man sells them. That is the way he earns his money.
Then why does he look so displeased? The young man, with the empty cage in his hand, has just bought a bird and laid the money on the counter.
The young man loves birds so well that he bought one on purpose to set it free.
The old man is wishing he could get the bird and sell it again. He thinks it foolish to throw away money. And he tells the young man so.
"Not thrown away, my friend," says the young man. "It is well spent if it gives pleasure even to the smallest creature."