Story Time

A Laborer lay listening to a Nightingale's song throughoutthe summer night. So pleased was he with it that the next nighthe set a trap for it and captured it. "Now that I have caughtthee," he cried, "thou shall always sing to me." "We Nightingales never sing in a cage." said the bird. "Then I'll eat thee." said the Laborer. "I have always heardsay that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel." "Nay, kill me not," said the Nightingale; "but let me free,and I'll tell thee three things far better worth than my poorbody." The Laborer let him loose, and he flew up to a branch ofa tree and said: "Never believe a captive's promise; that's onething. Then again: Keep what you have. And third piece of adviceis: Sorrow not over what is lost forever." Then the song-birdflew away.