Aesop's Jacked Fables

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The Farmer and the Cranes

SOME CRANES made their feeding grounds on a patch of plow lands newly sown with wheat. For a long time the Farmer, brandishing a rifle, chased them away by the terror he inspired; but when the birds found that the rifle was only shot in the air, they ceased to take any notice of it and would not move. The Farmer, on seeing this, took careful aim, and killed a great number.

The remaining birds at once forsook his fields, crying to each other, "We must invent some kind of weapon or we will surely starve."

If words suffice not, blows must follow.

The Farmer and the Cranes (original fable)

SOME CRANES made their feeding grounds on some plowlands newly sown with wheat. For a long time the Farmer, brandishing an empty sling, chased them away by the terror he inspired; but when the birds found that the sling was only swung in the air, they ceased to take any notice of it and would not move. The Farmer, on seeing this, charged his sling with stones, and killed a great number. The remaining birds at once forsook his fields, crying to each other, "It is time for us to be off to Liliput: for this man is no longer content to scare us, but begins to show us in earnest what he can do."

If words suffice not, blows must follow.

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