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All THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD
“ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD” is an oft-quoted proverb
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Gold shines brightly in the light but
so does brass
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What appears
to be useful may turn out to be harmful
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The story of a foolish stag is a good
reminder of this universal truth
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Once upon a time, there lived a stout stag in a deep dense forest
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His heavy head was
crowned with seemly twisted
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The

strong pointed offshoots of his antlers lent his outstanding grace and
elegance
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He considered himself to be a paragon of beauty and briskness
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He went to a stream to quench his thirst
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The striking symmetry of his elegant image
stupefied the stag himself
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He was captivated by their matchless beauty and
grace
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Then eventually he caught sight of his slim, skinny and slender legs
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He began to bemoan his bad luck for
having so lank, lean legs and clumsy, cloven hoofs
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He nagged and grumbled about
his being flawed and faulty
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ugly lean loathsome legs
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God is not doing justice with me
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Thus, he became ungrateful creature
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As a poet says:

“The beauty of his antlers praised,

But at his legs in horror gazed:
They looked like spindles as they shrank,
Out of his sight beneath the bank
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A
quick fast fright deadened his legs and dulled his spirit
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A hunter also following them
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As far as the land
was wide and open, his ugly lean legs and weak feet of

which he was so much disappointed and disgusted carried
him far away at a safe distance from the hunter and the
hounds
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Soon he got
away from the chasing hounds
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He had no choice except to cross the dense forest
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He made every effort to get rid of them, but all to no
avail
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His lean legs,
which he hated so much, had proved of huge help to him
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But his majestic
horns of which he was so proud had brought him on the
doorstep of downright destruction
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He reproached himself thus,
“Woe is to me! How I was deceived! The feet which
would have saved me I despised and I gloried in these
antlers which have caused my ruin
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But before he could gable some more words of curse for his
antlers, the howling sounds followed his scent and overtook

him
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His throat
was choked by the long and sharp teeth of hounds
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The deception of his eyes and wrong judgment had caused
his death
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Even,
sometimes, the ugliest things prove very useful and the
beautiful ones turn out to be deceptive and abominable

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