
A Spendthrift, who had wasted his fortune, and had nothing left but the clothes in which he stood, saw a Swallow one fine day in early spring.
Thinkin

A change, however, took place in the weather, and there came a sharp frost which killed the unfortunate Swallow.
When the Spendthrift saw its dead body he cried, "Miserable bird! Thanks to you I am perishing of cold myself."
Doing things without understanding the situation will only bring harm.
No comments:
Post a Comment