theWOLFANDTHELAMBA

　　Wolf,meetingwithaLambastrayfromthefold,resolvednottolayviolenthandsonhim,buttofindsomeplea,whichshouldjustifytotheLambhimselfhisrighttoeathim.Hethusaddressedhim:"Sirrah,lastyearyougrosslyinsultedme.""Indeed,"bleatedtheLambinamournfultoneofvoice,"Iwasnotthenborn."ThensaidtheWolf,"Youfeedinmypasture."

　　"No,goodsir,"repliedtheLamb,"Ihavenotyettastedgrass."AgainsaidtheWolf,"Youdrinkofmywell.""No,"exclaimedtheLamb,"Ineveryetdrankwater,forasyetmymother′smilkisbothfoodanddrinktome."OnwhichtheWolfseizedhim,andatehimup,saying,"Well!Iwon′tremainsupperless,eventhoughyourefuteeveryoneofmyimputations."Thetyrantwillalwaysfindapretextforhistyranny.