This is a very interesting fables from Aesop. In every fables from Aesop, there must a lesson for us. We consider that as the moral of the story at the end.
"Ho! ho!" said the cock, "that is for me," and soon took it out from underneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard?
The cock stared at the pearl, looking at it first through his right eye, and then through his left. What sort of strange seed was this? He pecked it a couple of times. It rolled back and forth under the force of his strong beak, but it didn’t break open like a seed would after such a blow. Cock scratched at it with his claws. The pearl rolled a few inches away from the cock’s foot, and landed next to a spare barley corn that the hens had missed. The cock pounced on the barley corn and gobbled it up. Then the cock took a step back and his foot slipped when it landed on the pearl. Reminded once again of the strange pink seed, the cock turned around to look at it. He eyed the pearl suspiciously, and pecked it again. It didn’t break open. The cock gave a cluck of disgust. No prize there.
"You may be a treasure," mentioned the cock after getting in his hand, "to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls."
Moral of the story: Precious things are for those that can prize them.
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| The Cock and the Pearl |
The Cock and the Pearl
A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly the cock espied something shinning in the middle of the straw.
"Ho! ho!" said the cock, "that is for me," and soon took it out from underneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard?
The cock stared at the pearl, looking at it first through his right eye, and then through his left. What sort of strange seed was this? He pecked it a couple of times. It rolled back and forth under the force of his strong beak, but it didn’t break open like a seed would after such a blow. Cock scratched at it with his claws. The pearl rolled a few inches away from the cock’s foot, and landed next to a spare barley corn that the hens had missed. The cock pounced on the barley corn and gobbled it up. Then the cock took a step back and his foot slipped when it landed on the pearl. Reminded once again of the strange pink seed, the cock turned around to look at it. He eyed the pearl suspiciously, and pecked it again. It didn’t break open. The cock gave a cluck of disgust. No prize there.
"You may be a treasure," mentioned the cock after getting in his hand, "to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls."
Moral of the story: Precious things are for those that can prize them.
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