A Fly alighted one night
upon a pot of
honey, and finding it very much
to his
taste, began to eat it along the edges.
Little by little, however, he soon crept
far-
ther away from the edge, and into the
jar,
until at last he found himself stuck fast. His
legs and wings had become so smeared with
the honey that he could not use them.
Just then a Moth flew by, and seeing
him
struggling there, said, "Oh, you foolish fly!
Were you so greedy as to be caught like that?
Your appetite was too much for you."
The poor Fly had nothing to say. But
by
and by, when evening came, he saw the Moth
flying round and round the lamp in the giddi-
est way, and each time a little closer to the
flame, until at last he flew straight into it,
and was burned to death.
"What!" said the Fly, "are you
foolish,
too? You found fault with me for being too
fond of honey; yet all your wisdom did not
keep you from playing with fire."
It is sometimes easier to see the faults
of
others than to detect out own.
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