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Once upon a time.......there was a
stag with splendidly long antlers,
who was very conceited. Every
time
he drank at a pool, he would
stand
and admire his reflection in
the
water. I am handsome, he would
tell himself. There's no finer
set of
antlers in the forest! And off
he
would prance. Like all stags,
he had
long slender legs, but folk
said he'd
rather break a leg than lose a
single
branch of his splendid antlers.
Poor
foolish stag! How vain he was.
One day, as he grazed
peacefully
on the tender shoots on some
low
branches, he heard a distant
shot.
He heard with fear the baying
of the
hounds. Terrified, he knew what
terrible enemies the hounds
were
and that, if they caught his
scent, it
would not be easy to outrun
them. |