THE FOX AND THE HEDGEHOG
A FOX, swimming across a
river, was barely able to reach the
bank, where he lay bruised and
exhausted from his struggle with
the swift current. Soon a swarm
of blood-sucking flies settled on
him, but he lay quietly, still too
weak to run away from them.
A Hedgehog happened by.
"Let me drive the flies away,"
he said kindly.
"No, no!" exclaimed the Fox,
"do not disturb them! They
have taken all they can hold.
If you drive them away, another
greedy swarm will come and
take the little blood I have left."
Better to bear a lesser evil than to risk, a greater in removing it.