Once there lived an bald eagle.
The eagle was fond of flying high in the open skies. One day while it flew high, hiding across the vast open sky, an arrow came and hit her.
The eagle heard the whizz of the arrow and realised that the arrow had stuck badly in her feathers.
It grieved in pain and came fluttering down on the earth. The blood dropped all around it. When the eagle saw the arrow, it found that the shaft of the arrow was feathered with one of its plumes.
The eagle realized that she was hit because of her plumes. She regretted, but was wounded badly and soon died.
Moral: Do not give your enemies the means for our own
destruction.
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