The reason of the strongest is always the best:
We shall show it right away.
A Lamb was quenching its thirst
In the current of a pure stream.
A Wolf comes along, hungry, seeking adventure,
And whom hunger drew to these parts.
Who makes you so bold as to muddy my drink?
Said this animal full of rage:
You shall be punished for your temerity.
– Sire, answers the Lamb, may your Majesty
Not fall into a rage;
But rather consider
That I am quenching my thirst
In the current,
More than twenty paces below Her,
And that consequently, in no way
Can I muddy her drink.
– You do muddy it, replied this cruel beast,
And I know that you slandered me last year.
– How could I have done so if I was not born?
Replied the Lamb, I still suckle my mother.
– If it is not you, then it is your brother.
– I have none. – Then it is one of your kind:
For you spare me hardly at all,
You, your shepherds, and your dogs.
I was told so: I must have my vengeance.
Thereupon, to the depths of the forests
The Wolf carries him off, and then eats him,
Without any further form of trial.
Jean de La Fontaine
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