THE OLD LION
 A LION had grown very old.
His teeth were worn away. His
limbs could no longer bear him,
and the King of Beasts was very
pitiful indeed as he lay gasping
on the ground, about to die.
Where now his strength and
his former graceful beauty?
Now a Boar spied him, and
rushing at him, gored him with
his yellow tusk. A Bull trampled
him with his heavy hoofs. Even
a contemptible Ass let fly his
heels and brayed his insults in
the face of the Lion.
It is cowardly to attack the defenseless, though he be an enemy.