Fable #317

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A jar of honey was upset and the sticky sweetness flowed out on the table. All the young men will look at me. And this, you may well know, made their work so much the harder to endure. That evening he gave the Jackdaw to his children. He was to meet some jolly young men that morning, and he was at his wits' end how to get enough money to keep up appearances. I am nothing but a Mouse. You have what you asked for and so you have only yourselves to blame for your misfortunes.

Gentleness and kind persuasion win where force and bluster fail.