THE WOLF AND THE LAMB
 A STRAY Lamb stood drinking
early one morning on the bank of
a woodland stream. That very
same morning a hungry Wolf came
by farther up the stream, hunting
for something to eat. He soon
got his eyes on the Lamb. As a
rule Mr. Wolf snapped up such
delicious morsels without making
any bones about it, but this Lamb
looked so very helpless and innocent that the Wolf f elt he ought
to have some kind of an excuse
for taking its life.
"How dare you paddle around
in my stream and stir up all the
mud!" he shouted fiercely. "You
deserve to be punished severely
for your rashness!"
"But, your highness," replied
the trembling Lamb, "do not be
angry! I cannot possibly muddy
the water you are drinking up
there. Remember, you are upstream and I am downstream."
"You do muddy it!" retorted
the Wolf savagely. "And besides,
I have heard that you told lies
about me last year!"
"How could I have done so?"
pleaded the Lamb. "I wasn't
born until this year."
 "If it wasn't you, it was your brother!"
"I have no brothers.
"Well, then," snarled the
Wolf, "It was someone in your
family anyway. But no matter
who it was, I do not intend to
be talked out of my breakfast."
And without more words the
Wolf seized the poor Lamb
and carried her off to the forest.
The tyrant can always find an excuse for his tyranny.
The unjust will not listen to the reasoning of the innocent.