a naughty kite had been known around town to secretly steal some of the food offered to the gods during sacrifices. one dark evening the kite, who had gotten sick unto death, said to his mother, "oh, mother! do not mourn, but at once beg the gods for my life to be prolonged." she replied, "alas! my son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? is there one whom you have not outraged by stealing from their altars a part of the sacrifice offered up to them?"
we must make friends in prosperity if we would have their help in adversity.
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