An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it heard the whizz of an Arrow, and feltitself wounded to death. Slowly it fluttered down to the earth, with its life-blood pouring out of it. Looking down upon the Arrow with which it had been pierced, it found that the shaft of the Arrow had been feathered with one of its own plumes. "Alas!" it cried, as it died,
Moral Value : "We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction."
Source : Aesop Fable
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