The Farmer and the Stork
There was once a Farmer who was being troubled by cranes.
Each day as he planted seeds in the ground, the long legged cranes would swoop down on the field and gobble them up. The Farmer tried to chase them away. But the cranes would always return.
One morning, the Farmer bought a very large net and laid it across the field. As the sun blazed down on the brown earth, the Farmer waited quietly behind a bush.
The calls of the birds were heard from a far and before long the cranes landed on the field – only this time they could not take off again! They were trapped in the net.
The peasant walked up to them triumphant. Suddenly he heard one of the birds pleading, “Please let me go free – I have a broken leg and am in great pain! I promise to never return to your field again. Please, master!”
The Farmer turned to see where the voice was coming from. It belonged to a different sort of bird.
“Besides, you see,” continued the injured bird looking at the Farmer with drooping eyes, “I am not a crane, but a Stork. I am a bird of character and breeding, unlike these other birds. Look at my feathers too, they are different!”
The Farmer laughed out loud and said, “What you say may be true, but to me you are all robbers. And since you were in the company of the cranes you too must die with them!”
Birds of a feather flock together.
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