“But, your highness,” replied the trembling Lamb, “do not be angry. I cannot possibly muddy the water you are drinking up there. Remember, you are upstream and I am downstream.”
“You do muddy it!” retorted the Wolf savagely. “And besides, I have heard that you told lies about me last year.”
“How could I have done so?” pleaded the Lamb. “I wasn’t born until this year.”
“If it wasn’t you, it was your brother!”
“I have no brothers.”
“Well, then,” snarled the Wolf. “It was someone in your family anyway. But no matter who it was. I do not intend to be talked of my breakfast.”
And without more words the Wolf seized the poor Lamb and carried her off to the forest.
The tyrant can always find
an excuse for his tyranny.
The unjust will not listen
to the reasoning of the innocent.