Some Cranes made their feeding
grounds on some plowlands newly sown with wheat.
For a long time the Farmer, brandishing an empty
sling, chased them away by the terror he inspired;
but when the birds found that the sling was only swung
in the air, they ceased to take any notice of it and
would not move. The Farmer, on seeing this,
charged his sling with stones, and killed a great
number. The remaining birds at once forsook his
fields, crying to each other, “It is time for
us to be off to Liliput: for this man is no
longer content to scare us, but begins to show us in
earnest what he can do.”
If words suffice not, blows must follow.
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