The Stag Looking into the PoolA stag, drinking at a clear pool, admired the handsome look of his spreading antlers, but was much displeased with the slim and ungainly appearance of his legs. "What a glorious pair of branching horns!" said he. "How gracefully they hang over my forehead! What an agreeable air they give my face! But as for my spindle-shank of legs, I am heartily ashamed of them." The words were scarcely out of his mouth when he saw some huntsmen and a pack of hounds making toward him. His despised legs soon placed him at a distance from his followers, but on entering the forest, his horns got entangled at every turn, so that the dogs soon reached him and made an end of him. "Mistaken fool that I was!" he exclaimed; "Had it not been for these wretched horns, my legs would have saved my life."Since
Tuesday, 20 November 2007 13:36
Aesop, a Fabulous Source for Business Continuity PlannersWritten by Gregg Jacobsen
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