a wolf prowling near a village one evening met a dog. it happened to be a very lean and bony dog, and master wolf would have turned up his nose at such meager fare had he not been more hungry than usual. so he began to edge toward the dog, while the dog backed away.
"let me remind your lordship," said the dog, his words interrupted now and then as he dodged a snap of the wolf's teeth, "how unpleasant it would be to eat me[pg 49] now. look at my ribs. i am nothing but skin and bone. but let me tell you something in private. in a few days my master will give a wedding feast for his only daughter. you can guess how fine and fat i will grow on the scraps from the table. then is the time to eat me."
the wolf could not help thinking how nice it would be to have a fine fat dog to eat instead of the scrawny object before him. so he went away pulling in his belt and promising to return.
some days later the wolf came back for the promised feast. he found the dog in his master's yard, and asked him to come out and be eaten.
"sir," said the dog, with a grin, "i shall be delighted to have you eat me. i'll be out as soon as the porter opens the door."
but the "porter" was a huge dog whom the wolf knew by painful experience to be very unkind toward wolves. so he decided not to wait and made off as fast as his legs could carry him.
do not depend on the promises of those whose interest it is to deceive you.
take what you can get when you can get it.
a very young fox, who had never before seen a lion, happened to meet one in the forest. a single look was enough to send the fox off at top speed for the nearest hiding place.
the second time the fox saw the lion he stopped behind a tree to look at him a moment before slinking away. but the third time, the fox went boldly up to the lion and, without turning a hair, said, "hello, there, old top."
familiarity breeds contempt.
acquaintance with evil blinds us to its dangers.
a lion and an ass agreed to go hunting together. in their search for game the hunters saw a number of wild goats run into a cave, and laid plans to catch them. the ass was to go into the cave and drive the goats out, while the lion would stand at the entrance to strike them down.
the plan worked beautifully. the ass made such a frightful din in the cave, kicking and braying with all his might, that the goats came running out in a panic of fear, only to fall victim to the lion.
the ass came proudly out of the cave.
"did you see how i made them run?" he said.
"yes, indeed," answered the lion, "and if i had not known you and your kind i should certainly have run, too."
the loud-mouthed boaster does not impress nor frighten those who know him.
