A Cat, named Rodilardus,
Was making such havoc among the Rats
That you hardly saw any more of them,
So many had he put in the grave.
The few that remained, not daring to leave their hole,
Found nothing to eat but a quarter of their due,
And Rodilard passed, among the wretched folk,
Not for a Cat, but for a Devil.
Now one day, when far and high
The gallant went to seek a mate,
During all the sabbath he held with his Lady,
The remaining Rats held a council in a corner
On the present necessity.
At the outset, their Dean, a most prudent person,
Opined that they must, and sooner rather than later,
Tie a bell to Rodilard’s neck;
So that, when he went to war,
Warned by his step, they would flee underground;
That he knew no other way.
Everyone agreed with Monsieur the Dean,
Nothing seemed to them all more salutary.
The difficulty was to tie the bell.
One said: “I won’t go, I’m not so foolish”;
Another: “I cannot.” So that without doing anything
They parted. I have seen many Chapters
That were thus held for nothing;
Chapters, not of Rats, but Chapters of Monks,
Even chapters of Canons.
There’s no need but to deliberate,
The Court abounds in Councillors;
Is there need to execute,
You meet no one.
Jean de La Fontaine
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