An eagle had perched on the crest of a craggy rock to scan the ground below for hares.
A man shot him with an arrow, which lodged in his flesh. The end of the arrow,
feathered with eagle's feathers, stuck out
of him and stared him in the face. Seeing it, he cried out;
'This is the crowning insult, to die because of the danger I myself presented!'
The pangs of suffering are made more poignant when we are beaten at our own game.