alnahn’daskhora’resdul
Fable Eighteen
The Most Beautiful Netch
netch mother once said to her calf, “You, my darling, are the most beautiful netchling in all these isles. No bull is worthy of you!”
²For years the netch’s vanity grew. Many worthy bulls approached her with loving intent, but she rebuffed them all, ³saying, “Do you not know that I am the most beautiful netch in all these isles? None of you are worthy of me!”
⁴At length, the netch grew old and weary. “Alas, I shall die alone!” she cried.
⁵A young netch couple passed her by and sighed at her wretched condition. “We must be cautious with our calves,” the betty said. ⁶“Smothering a child with praise does nothing but harm.”