A goatherd was calling his goats back to the fold. One of them had lingered over some tempting pasture, so he threw a stone at her, and aimed so well that he broke off one of her horns. Then he began to beg the goat not to tell his master. "Even if I held my tongue," she replied, "how could I hide it? My broken horn is there for everyone to see."
When the fault is plain to see, there is no hiding it.Moral
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