A frisky young Kid had been left by the herdsman on the thatched roof of a sheep shelter to keep him out of harm's way. I am King Lion, he said, when he had finished, so of course I get the first part. He was all alone. Alas, O Jupiter, man does not know what he asks! He walked about restlessly, tearing up the ground with his toes, and beating his arms savagely against his sides. Is this your constancy? she exclaimed tearfully. Very well, he said, you divide the rest.
It is wicked to take advantage of another's distress.