Namque eandem arborem successit, et subsistens, cum superne raptorem praeda ovantem videret, laudare astu adorta est: Ne ego inscita, quae cum alite Apollinis frustra certaverim, quippe cui iam pridem corpus tam concinnum est, ut neque oppido parvum neque nimis grande sit, sed quantum satis ad usum decoremque, pluma mollis, caput argutum, rostrum validum; iam ipse alis persequax, oculis perspicax, unguibus pertinax.
For she came beneath that same tree, stood there, and when she saw the robber up above gloating over his prize, she began craftily to praise him. What a fool I am, in a pointless competition with Apollos own bird! For he has always had a body so trim as to be neither very small nor overly large, but just the right size to be practical and beautiful. He has soft feathers, a chiseled profile, a hard beak, and he is swift in flight, keen of sight, and has talons that hold tight.
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