A fowler was setting traps for birds. A crested lark, on spotting him from afar, asked him what he was doing. He replied that he was founding a city, then he went off and hid. The lark, trusting the man's words, came near and was caught in the snare. When the fowler ran up, she said to him, "Hey, man, if it's a city like this you're founding, you won't find many inhabitants in it."
Houses and cities are deserted above all when their masters are oppressive.Moral
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