WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf’s right to eat him. —-
He thus addressed him: “Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me. —-
” “Indeed,” bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, “I was not then born. —-
” Then said the Wolf, “You feed in my pasture. —-
” “No, good sir,” replied the Lamb, “I have not yet tasted grass. —-
” Again said the Wolf, “You drink of my well. —-
” “No,” exclaimed the Lamb, “I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother’s milk is both food and drink to me. —-
” Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, “Well! —-
I won’t remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations. —-
” The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.