ONCE upon a
time a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside when, looking up, what should he see but a Lamb just beginning to drink a
little lower down. “There’s my supper,” thought he, “if only I can find some
excuse to seize it.” Then he called out to the Lamb, “How dare you muddle the
water from which I am drinking?”
1 “Nay, master, nay,” said Lambikin; “if the water be muddy up there, I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from you to me.”
2 “Well, then,” said the Wolf, “why did you call me bad names this time last year?”
3 “That cannot be,” said the Lamb; “I am only six months old.”
4 “I don’t care,” snarled the Wolf; “if it was not you it was your father;” and with that he rushed upon the poor little Lamb and—
WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA—ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out—
“ANY EXCUSE WILL SERVE A TYRANT.”
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