and forth to your friends. Because of this, men know that you've come and gather there in a flock, so they spread their nets and put down birdlime. In the the winter, when there's no food in the mountains, I come down to men's houses and, though i eat
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the fruit of the nanten at the edge of the veranda, the master of the house knows nothing about it. This is so amusing that I give a loud call of thanks just as I fly away, and return home. If by some chance birdlime has been spread there, I make no noise
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at all and, drawing myself back, lean quietly backward and hang upside down. That way, the trap remains above, my body is the only thing that falls down, and I secretly fly away. But for you, when birdlime is spread, the bunch of you get all upset, raise
a ruckus, and start flapping around. For this reason you get completely covered in birdlime, can't move at all, and get caught. What a blunder!" This he said, quite clearly full of wisdom.
A jenny wren, a small bird sitting in the farthest seat, laughed and said, "Men are more clever than birds, and once somebody saw that kind of trick, he'd put a narrow trap below as well. Then if you hung upside down and fell to the ground as you said