~ 72. The Deer and the Vine ~



A deer was on the run from a hunter.
As she looked around desperately for a place to hide, she saw an enormous vine, so she got behind the vine and stood there, waiting.
The hunter showed up, and he also stood there, looking around and catching his breath.
The deer, who was hungry, began to munch on the vine.
As the deer ate, the branches of the vine moved.
Silently, the hunter took aim and shot the deer.
Pierced by the arrow, the deer exclaimed, "It's my own fault! I should not have harmed the vine that saved me!"

Inspired byMille 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 156 in the book, which is Perry 77.



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