A wicked crow once raided the dove's nest and stole one of her chicks.
The dove came to the crow and begged him to give the chick back.
"Do you know how to sing?" asked the crow.
"Yes," said the dove. "But I'm not a very good singer."
"Well, go on: sing!" said the crow.
So the dove sang, doing the best she could.
"You need to sing better."
"But that's my best!"
"Not good enough," said the crow, and he ate the dove's chick.
No song could have ever moved that wicked crow; he was a bird without mercy.
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 514 in the book, which is Perry 606.
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