Fable #321

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A Stork of a very simple and trusting nature had been asked by a gay party of Cranes to visit a field that had been newly planted. The bite was deadly and the Farmer felt that he must die. Roused from his nap, the Lion laid his huge paw angrily on the tiny creature to kill her. The privates easily slipped into their holes, but the Mouse leaders could not squeeze through the narrow openings because of their head-dresses. One day as he sat watching the Sheep and the quiet forest, and thinking what he would do should he see a Wolf, he thought of a plan to amuse himself. I was mistaken, he said. I am quite sure we shall become the closest of friends. He had thick, velvety fur, a meek face, and a look that was very modest, though his eyes were bright and shining. He seized the stick firmly with his teeth, the two Ducks took hold of it one at each end, and away they sailed up toward the clouds. When he saw how the Dog was acting, he seized a stick and drove him out of the stable with many a blow for his selfish behavior.

When the great fall out, the weak must suffer for it.