An eagle perched on a high rock, watching for hares below. A man shot it, and the arrow buried itself in its flesh; turning, the eagle saw the shaft fletched with its own feathers before its eyes. "It is a double grief," it said, "to die by feathers that were once my own."
No wound stings more sharply than the one dealt with our own weapons.Moral
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