THREE FABLES OF AESOP (101-103)
THE BEAR AND THE TWO TRAVELLERS
Two men were travelling together, when a Bear suddenly met them on their path. One of them climbed up quickly into a tree, and concealed himself in the branches.
The other, seeing that he must be attacked, fell flat on the ground, and when the Bear came up and felt him with his snout, and smelt him all over, he held his breath, and feigned the appearance of death as much as he could. The Bear soon left him, for it is said he will not touch a dead body. When he was quite gone the other traveller descended from the tree, and accosting his friend, jocularly inquired
"What it was the Bear had whispered in his ear?”
"He gave me this advice : Never travel with a friend who deserts you at the approach of danger."
MISFORTUNE TESTS THE SINCERITY OF FRIENDS.
THE CAT AND THE COCK
THE Cat, having a mind to make a meal of the Cock, seized him one morning by surprise, and asked him what he could say for himself, why slaughter should not pass upon him?
The Cock replied that he was serviceable to mankind, by crowing in the morning, and calling them up to their daily labour.
That is true, says the Cat, and is the very objection that I have against you; for you make such a shrill, impertinent noise, that people cannot sleep for you. Besides, you are an incestuous rascal, and make no scruple of lying with your mother and sisters.
Well, says the Cock, this I do not deny; but I do it to procure eggs and chickens for my master.
Ah! villain, says the Cat, hold your wicked tongue; such impieties as these declare that you are no longer fit to live.
TYRANTS NEED NO EXCUSE.
THE WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
A certain Wolf could not get enough to eat because of the watchfulness of the Shepherds. But one night he found a sheep skin that had been cast aside and forgotten.
The next day, dressed in the skin, the Wolf strolled into the pasture with the Sheep. Soon a little Lamb was following him about and was quickly led away to slaughter.
That evening the Wolf entered the fold with the flock. But it happened that the Shepherd took a fancy for mutton broth that very evening, and, picking up a knife, went to the fold.
There the first he laid hands on and killed was the Wolf.
THE EVIL DOER OFTEN COMES TO HARM THROUGH HIS OWN DECEIT.