The Fowler thought these very sensible maxims. "And what is the fourth?" he asked.
"Ah," said the Quail, "you must set me free if you want to hear the fourth."
The Fowler, who was a simple fellow, set the Quail free. The Quail fluttered up into a tree, and said—
"I see you take no notice of what I tell you. Fast caught, fast keep, I said; and yet you have let me go."
"Why, so I have," said the Fowler, and scratched his head. He was a foolish Fowler, I think. "Well, never mind; what is the fourth thing? You promised to tell me, and I am sure an honourable Quail will never break his word."
"The fourth thing I have to tell you is this: In my inside is a beautiful diamond, weighing ten pounds. And if you had not let me go, you would have had that diamond, and you need never have done any more work in all your life."
"Oh dear, oh dear, what a fool I am!" cried the Fowler. He fell on his face, and clutched at the grass, and began to cry.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Quail. "He is a fool who believes everything he hears."
"Eh? what?" said the Fowler, and stopped crying.
"Do you think a little carcase like mine can hold a diamond as big as your head?" asked the Quail, roaring with laughter. "And even if it were true, where's the use of crying over spilt milk?"