Fable #619

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A Milkmaid had been out to milk the cows and was returning from the field with the shining milk pail balanced nicely on her head. Therefore, the most guilty one of us must be offered in sacrifice. Dressed in his borrowed finery he strutted loftily among the birds of his own kind. As the sun rose, the fish left the shallow water near the shore and swam below into the cool depths toward the middle. I will talk to him, he said, So the Fox walked boldly up to the Lion. The Wolf would gladly have eaten him then and there, but the House Dog looked strong enough to leave his marks should he try it. Now the jealous Ass got it into his silly head that all he had to do to win his Master's favor was to act like the Dog. They had to use all their strength to pull the wagon, but they did not complain. His rival saw the deed, and coming out of his corner, took his place as master of the farmyard.

Self-help is the best help.