A nightingale was singing in a bush when a hawk grabbed her.
"Please spare me!" she cried. "My little body is hardly a meal for a great and powerful bird such as yourself. I'm sure you can find much bigger birds that will satisfy your hunger."
The hawk scoffed. "What a foolish creature you are! Do you really think I would let go a bird I have caught in my talons for a bird I have yet to catch?"
"But I will sing you a lovely song," pleaded the nightingale.
"My belly is hungry," replied the hawk, "not my ears."
Inspired by: Fables of Aesop and Other Eminent Mythologists by Roger L'Estrange, 343.
Notes: This is Perry 4.
Here is an illustration from the Medici Aesop:
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