Fable #647

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A Farmer was driving his wagon along a miry country road after a heavy rain. Then after sundown, when the rosy light fades from the sky and the shadows rise slowly through the wood, out she comes ruffling and blinking from the old hollow tree. The Mouse knew the voice and quickly found the Lion struggling in the net. Respect old age, young man! Get down, and let the old man ride. But it happened that the Shepherd took a fancy for mutton broth that very evening, and, picking up a knife, went to the fold. I am so small it is not worth while to carry me home. When the battle was over, the conduct of the Bats was discussed at the peace conference. Remember, you are upstream and I am downstream. Jupiter provided the prize. Look, cried a Hare, things are not so bad after all, for here are creatures who are even afraid of us!

Once a wolf, always a wolf.