THE WOLF, THE MOTHER, AND HER CHILD
111. THE RICH MAN AND THE TANNER A rich man took up his residence next door to a tanner, and found the smell of the tan yard so extremely unpleasant that he told him he must go. The tanner delayed his departure, and the rich man had to speak to him several times about it; and every time the tanner said he was making arrangements to move very shortly. This went on for some time, till at last the rich man got so used to the smell that he ceased to mind it, and troubled the tanner with his objections no more.
112. THE WOLF, THE MOTHER, AND HER CHILD A hungry wolf was prowling about in search of food. By and by, attracted by the cries of a child, he came to a cottage. As he crouched beneath the window, he heard the mother say to the child, “Stop crying, do, or I’ll throw you to the wolf!” Thinking she really meant what she said, he waited there a long time in the expectation of satisfying his hunger. In the evening he heard the mother fondling her child and saying, “If the naughty wolf comes, he shan’t get my little one. Daddy will kill him.” The wolf got up in much disgust and walked away. “As for the people in that house,” said he to himself, “you can’t believe a word they say. ”
113. THE OLD WOMAN AND THE WINE JAR An old woman picked up an empty wine jar which had once contained a rare and costly wine, and which still retained some traces of its exquisite bouquet. She raised it to her nose and sniffed at it again and again. “Ah,” she cried, “how delicious must have been the liquid which has left behind so ravishing a smell.”
114. THE LIONESS AND THE VIXEN A lioness and a vixen were talking together about their young, as mothers will, and saying how healthy and well grown they were, and what beautiful coats they had, and how they were the image of their parents. “My litter of cubs is a joy to see,” said the fox. And then she added, rather maliciously, “But I notice you never have more than one.” “No,” said the lioness grimly, “but that one is a lion.” Quality, not quantity.
115. THE VIPER AND THE FILE A viper entered a carpenter’s shop, and went from one to another of the tools, begging for something to eat. Among the . rest, he addressed himself to the file, and asked for the favor of a meal. The file replied in a tone of pitying contempt, “What a simpleton you must be if you imagine you will get anything from me, for I invariably take from everyone and never give anything in return.” The covetous are poor givers.
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