An Ant nimbly running about in the sunshine in search of food came

　　across a Chrysalis that was very near its time of change. The

　　Chrysalis moved its tail, and thus attracted the attention of the Ant,

　　who then saw for the first time that it was alive. "Poor, pitiable

　　animal!" cried the Ant disdainfully. "What a sad fate is yours!

　　While I can run hither and thither1, at my pleasure, and, if I wish,

　　ascend the tallest tree, you lie imprisoned2 here in your shell, with

　　power only to move a joint3 or two of your scaly4 tail." The Chrysalis

　　heard all this, but did not try to make any reply. A few days after,

　　when the Ant passed that way again, nothing but the shell remained.

　　Wondering what had become of its contents, he felt himself suddenly

　　shaded and fanned by the gorgeous wings of a beautiful Butterfly.

　　"Behold5 in me," said the Butterfly, "your much-pitied friend! Boast

　　now of your powers to run and climb as long as you can get me to

　　listen." So saying, the Butterfly rose in the air, and, borne along

　　and aloft on the summer breeze, was soon lost to the sight of the

　　Ant forever.

　　 "Appearances are deceptive6."