A Dog, to whom the butcher had thrown a bone, was hurrying home with his prize as fast as he could go. Why did you put it there?, Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things? As a rule Mr. Wolf snapped up such delicious morsels without making any bones about it, but this Lamb looked so very helpless and innocent that the Wolf felt he ought to have some kind of an excuse for taking its life. First he whirled round and round like a top, then he hopped up and down, cutting all sorts of strange capers. But none got there earlier than Mother Monkey. But she was grasping in nature, so she did what the Wolf asked her to do. The Shepherd often catches and carries off one of us. Whatever it is, it is wisest to keep at a safe distance.
Mother love is blind.