A deer was drinking water from a pond when he noticed his reflection.
"My legs are so scrawny and thin," he complained. "But look at my horns: they are so tall and beautiful!"
Then he heard hunters and their dogs coming his way.
The deer's legs carried him swiftly across the meadow but when he reached the woods, his horns got tangled in the branches. The hunters caught him there and killed him.
"What I thought was my crowning glory has killed me," he thought as he was dying, "while what I scoffed at could have saved me."
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 161 in the book, which is Perry 74.