A SICK STAG lay down in a quiet corner  of  its  pasture-ground.  His
companions came in great numbers to inquire after his health, and each one
helped himself to a share of the food which had been placed for  his  use;
so that he died, not from his sickness, but from the failure of the  means
of living.
     Evil companions bring more hurt than profit.

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