A HERON was walking sedately
along the bank of a stream, his
eyes on the clear water, and his
long neck and pointed bill ready
to snap up a likely morsel for his
breakfast. The clear water
swarmed with fish; but Master
Heron was hard to please that
"No small fry for me," he
said. "Such scanty fare is not
fit for a Heron."
Now a fine young Perch swam near.
"No indeed," said the Heron.
"I wouldn't even trouble to open
my beak for anything like that!"
As the sun rose, the fish left
the shallow water near the shore
and swam below into the cool
depths toward the middle. The
Heron saw no more fish, and
very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
Do not be too hard to suit or you may have to be content with the
worst or with nothing at all.
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