The Bird Catcher, the Partridge, and the Cock

A bird catcher was about to sit down to a dinner of herbs, when a friend unexpectedly came in. The bird trap was quite empty, as he had caught nothing. He proceeded to kill a partridge, which he had tamed for a decoy. The partridge pleaded earnestly for his life; "What would you do without me when next you spread your nets? Who would chirp you to sleep, or call for you the covey of answering birds?"

The bird catcher spared his life, and determined to pick out a fine young cock just attaining to his comb. He thus cried in piteous tones from his perch; "If you kill me, who will announce to you the appearance of the dawn? Who will wake you to your daily tasks or tell you when it is time to visit the bird trap in the morning?" He replied; "What you say is true. You are a capital bird at telling the time of day. But I and the friend who has arrived must have our dinners."

Necessity knows no law.