Fable #587

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A Butterfly once fell in love with a beautiful Rose. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion. You've been stuffing. That's what you get. What a horrible crime it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else! But an Eagle, circling overhead, heard the boasting chanticleer and, swooping down, carried him off to his nest. It's all the same to me, replied the Bull. Now I promise you a full-grown Bull, if you but make the thief go away!

Self help is the best help.