There was once a bull who considered himself to be more of a philosopher than a bull, but his horns were a problem.
"These horns do not befit a philosopher," he decided. "My horns are worse than useless; they are harmful. Philosophers wander in shady groves, but my horns just get tangled in the tree branches."
So he asked the butcher to cut them off.
The butcher tried to dissuade him, but the bull insisted. "The horns sense nothing and know nothing; cut them off."
But when the butcher started to saw, the philosopher, overcome with pain, ran away, mooing.
Inspired by: Mille Fabulae et Una, a collection of Latin fables that I've edited, free to read online. I am not translating the Latin here; instead, I am just telling a 100-word version of the fable.
Notes: This is fable 281 in the book, which is not in Perry. The story comes from the neo-Latin fabulist Desbillons.
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