A Heron was walking sedately along the bank of a stream, his eyes on the clear water, and his long neck and pointed bill ready to snap up a likely morsel for his breakfast. The clear water swarmed with fish, but Master Heron was hard to please that morning.  
"No small fry for me," he said. "Such scanty fare is not fit for a Heron."
 
Now a fine young Perch swam near.
 
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