The Weasel and the Berries

by Annie Bennett

          One hot, summer day, and weasel was eyeing some plump, red, juicy berries. His mouth was dry and he thought of his growling stomach. He headed towards the berries when the wise owl of the forest swooped sown into the path of the weasel. "Don't eat those berries you wacko, weird weasel," warned the wise owl, "for if you do, you will surely die." The weasel did not listen to the wise owl and walked onward for the berries. He picked up a pawful and plopped them into his mouth. He swallowed them without even as much as chewing them. The weasel did not taste the berries, so he didn't eat any more. The next day, the weasel died.

The moral of this story is: Don't judge a berry by its plumpness.

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