Once upon a time, there was a Fowler. One sunny morning, he picked up his sticky paste and slender sticks, ready to catch some birds. He saw a little bird, a thrush, sitting high on a tree. He wanted to catch it, so he carefully shaped his sticks to the right length and watched it closely. He was so focused on the thrush in the tree that he didn't watch where he was stepping.
Without even knowing it, he stepped on a sleeping Viper. The Viper woke up, surprised and upset. To protect itself, it quickly bit the Fowler's foot. The man tumbled over, feeling dizzy and faint. As he lay on the ground, he thought to himself, "Oh no! I was so busy trying to catch a bird, I didn't see the danger right under my feet."
And so, it turned out that in his attempt to trap a bird, the Fowler had unknowingly walked into a trap himself.
Once upon a time, in a really fun forest, there was this guy named Fowler. He was kinda like a bird-catcher, alright? This sunny morning, he's out there with some sticks and super-sticky paste that's kinda like slime. He was singing and so excited to catch a little bird called a thrush that was sitting way up in a tree like it was the king of the world!
"Hey, Mr. Birdy," Fowler said, licking his lips, "you're gonna be my new buddy!"
Fowler had these sticks all set up like building blocks, and the paste was ready to go. "Time to get sticky and tricky!" he yelled.
He was so busy looking at that bird up in the tree that he didn't look at where he was putting his feet. And guess what he stepped on? A snake that was taking a nap!
"Hey, you! Watch out!" yelled the snake, waking up super-fast. "I'm not a doormat, you know!"
The snake, feeling kinda mad, bit Fowler's foot really quick. "That'll teach you!"
"Ouchie!" Fowler yelled, falling over like he slipped on a banana peel. "That was a surprise bite!"
As he lay there, kinda dizzy, Fowler thought, "Oh man, I was so busy looking at the bird up there that I didn't see the snake down here!"
So, there he was, flat on the ground, thinking about how he got into this mess. And you know what happened next? The little bird up in the tree said, "Better luck next time!" and flew away, singing like he just won a game.
And that's how Fowler, who wanted to trap a bird, got himself in a big, silly trap instead.
There once was a fellow so keen,
With sticky paste and sticks, not mean.
He spied a bird up in a tree,
"Aha," he thought, "you'll come with me!"
His eye on feathers, beak, and crest,
He didn't see what lay at rest.
He stepped without a single peep,
On something that was fast asleep.
Awake it sprung, with scales and bite,
A Viper stirred, ready to fight.
It nipped the man upon his toe,
And down he fell, his face all woe.
He lay there, dizzy on the grass,
A lesson learned, alas, alas.
While dreaming of a catch so neat,
He missed the danger at his feet.
The Fowler sighed, a lesson learned,
From his mistake, this wisdom earned:
While eyes are set on skies so blue,
Ground's just as important too!
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