A FOLISH STAG
A stag was once drinking water at a pool. He saw his own reflection in its clear water. He admired his beautiful horns, but he did not like his lean, thin legs. Suddenly he saw a pack of hounds running towards him. He ran into the jungle to save himself.
His legs soon carried him far from the hounds. But his horns were caught fast in a bush. Despite his best efforts, he could not free himself. Before long, the hounds caught hold of him. Now he felt that his ugly legs were of great help to him, but his beautiful horns were the cause of his death.
His legs soon carried him far from the hounds. But his horns were caught fast in a bush. Despite his best efforts, he could not free himself. Before long, the hounds caught hold of him. Now he felt that his ugly legs were of great help to him, but his beautiful horns were the cause of his death.
MORALS OF THE STORY :
pride hath a fall & all that glitters is not gold .
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