Some doves went to a hawk, and asked
him to protect them from a kite.
“That I will,” was the
cheerful reply; “and when I am admitted into
the dovecote, I shall kill more of you in a day than
the kite did in a century. But of course you
know this; you expect to be treated in the regular
way.”
So he entered the dovecote, and began
preparations for a general slaughter. But the
doves all set upon him and made exceedingly short
work of him. With his last breath he asked them
why, being so formidable, they had not killed the
kite. They replied that they had never seen any
kite.
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