A man carefully bandage the leg to a crow, who fell prisoner into a trap and, on his way home, gave his son a gift.
As it is to be noticed, the crow used to live in freedom, suffered a lot in captivity.
In a moment of neglect of the child, the plumifera ran for freedom, but the bandage on his leg was encrusted in a pair of briers.
Then the bird, warning of his certain death, lamented in this way:
-How much misfortune chases me! I could avoid the slavery of men, but not of these briers that condemn me to die.
As it is to be noticed, the crow used to live in freedom, suffered a lot in captivity.
In a moment of neglect of the child, the plumifera ran for freedom, but the bandage on his leg was encrusted in a pair of briers.
Then the bird, warning of his certain death, lamented in this way:
-How much misfortune chases me! I could avoid the slavery of men, but not of these briers that condemn me to die.
You save from the greatest danger, but you succumb to the minor.
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