The Hart was once drinking from a pool and admiring the noble figure he
made there. “Ah,” said he, “where can you see such noble horns as
these, with such antlers! I wish I had legs more worthy to bear such a
noble crown; it is a pity they are so slim and slight.” At that moment
a Hunter approached and sent an arrow whistling after him. Away bounded
the Hart, and soon, by the aid of his nimble legs, was nearly out of
sight of the Hunter; but not noticing where he was going, he passed
under some trees with branches growing low down in which his antlers
were caught, so that the Hunter had time to come up. “Alas! alas!”
cried the Hart:
“We often despise what is most useful to us.”