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A Stag, drinking at a clear pool. Admired the handsome look of his spreading antlers, but was much displeased at 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 a fine air they give my face! But as for my spindle-shanks 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 towards him. His despised legs soon places 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. "Fool that I was!" he gasped at his last breath; "had it not been for those wretched horns, my legs would have saved my life." --Aesop

"Beauty may have fair leaves and bitter fruit"

Description
A Stag, drinking at a clear pool. Admired the handsome look of his spreading antlers, but was much displeased at 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 a fine air they give my face! But as for my spindle-shanks 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 towards him. His despised legs soon places 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. "Fool that I was!" he gasped at his last breath; "had it not been for those wretched horns, my legs would have saved my life." --Aesop

"Beauty may have fair leaves and bitter fruit"