The well-fed pigeon

"How lucky I am," though the fat pigeon as she sat in her big cage outside her master's cottage. "I'm given lots to eat, and I don't have to stir a feather to find anything for myself." Just then a crow came flying by and fluttered down to sit on top of her cage.

"You must be tired out having to hunt for yourself," said the pigeon. "Don't you wish you could live as well as me?" "Not at all," cried the crow as he flew off. "I'd rather be free to hunt my own food than sit there waiting to be put in the oven and cooked for supper."