A Fowler caught a Partridge, and
was just
going to kill it.
"Wait a moment,"
said the Partridge;
"don't kill me."
"Why not?" said
the Fowler.
"Because I like to live," said the partridge;
"and, besides, if you let me
go, I will bring
some of my friends and neighbors
here, and
you can catch them, and
that will be better
than only one poor bird."
"You are willing, then,
that your friends
and neighbors should die, to save your
own
life?" said the Fowler. "Wicked
Partridge!
you have lived long enough."
And he killed
it.
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