An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it
heard the whizz of an Arrow, and felt itself wounded to
death. Slowly it fluttered down to the earth, with its life-
blood pouring out of it. Looking down upon the Arrow
with which it had been pierced, it found that the shaft of
the Arrow had been feathered with one of its own plumes.
‘Alas!’ it cried, as it died,
Moral Lesson: ‘We often give our enemies the means for our own
destruction.’
