Fable #874

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A Raven, which you know is black as coal, was envious of the Swan, because her feathers were as white as the purest snow. Again and again he tried, but in vain. If it had not been for that terrible monster, the Mouse went on, I should have made the acquaintance of the pretty creature, who looked so good and gentle. The Fox wasted no time in talking. Nothing at all, replied the Dog. You carried on scandalously with Mr. Bumble Bee and you made eyes at every single Bug you could see. The man who had found the purse fell into a panic. My sons, he said, heed what I have to say to you. Of course, they were all hungry, and helped themselves freely to the Stag's food; and as you would expect, the Stag soon starved to death.

The strong are apt to settle questions to their own advantage.