The wolf and the lamb.

Once a wolf was leaping at the head of a running brook. Then he saw a lamb slowly padding his feet some distance down the stream.

The wolf said to himself,” There’s my supper. Be that as it may, I’ll need to discover some reason for murdering the innocent animal.”He then shouted down at the lamb.” How could you blend up the mud in the water and make it sloppy? I am drinking it.

“You are mistaken,” bleated the lamb humbly. “You are sitting high above me. The brook runs down from there to me. How can I then spoil your water? The water does not flow upwards; your lordship certainly knows it.”

“Don’t argue, shouted the wolf. I know you. You are that sheep who said those appalling words in regards to me in the face of my good faith around a year prior.”

“Oh, my lord,” replied the lamb meekly trembling in fear, “I was not even born a year ago.”

“Oh,” growled the wolf, “on the off chance that it was not you, then it was your dad, and that is the same thing. Moreover, I don’t like a young creature like you to argue with me at my supper time.”

He talked no more word and fell upon the sheep in a matter of moments and killed the poor animal.

Moral: A tyrant pay heeds to no excuse.