Once, in the heart of a lush, emerald forest, there lived a partridge known far and wide for his wit and cunning. His sharp mind and quick instincts earned him the admiration of all creatures who shared the woodland, from the smallest insect to the proudest stag.
One
tranquil morning, as shafts of golden sunlight filtered through the dense
canopy, a man known as the Fowler ventured into the forest. The Fowler was a
skilled bird-catcher, earning his livelihood by snaring the unsuspecting. His
eyes, trained by years of practice, soon caught sight of the clever partridge.
With swift precision, he cast his net, and in an instant, the bird found
himself ensnared, his wings tangled and his freedom gone.
Fear
gripped the partridge’s heart, for he knew the danger that loomed. As the
Fowler approached, preparing to end his life, the bird raised his voice in
desperate plea.
“Merciful sir,” he implored, “spare my life, and I promise to lead you to
others of my kind—more than you could ever hope to catch. Let me go, and I will
fill your nets with many fine birds like myself.”
The
Fowler paused and fixed the partridge with a steady, unyielding gaze. “So,” he
said, his tone edged with disdain, “you would deliver your own kin into my
hands simply to escape your fate? You would betray your friends, your family,
for the sake of your own life? That tells me all I need to know about you—and
it is reason enough not to set you free.”
And with that, the Fowler carried out his grim purpose. The clever partridge’s wit could not save him, for the Fowler’s judgment was final, and his heart unmoved.
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