A river seeing a zephyr carrying off
an anchor, asked him, “What are you going to
do with it?”
“I give it up,” replied
the zephyr, after mature reflection.
“Blow me if I would!”
continued the river; “you might just as well
not have taken it at all.”
“Between you and me,”
returned the zephyr, “I only picked it up because
it is customary for zephyrs to do such things.
But if you don’t mind I will carry it up to
your head and drop it in your mouth.”
This fable teaches such a multitude
of good things that it would be invidious to mention
any.
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