The Wolf And The Lamb

<p><p>Once upon a time a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside when, looking up,
what should he see but a Lamb just beginning to drink a little lower down. &#147;There&#146;s
my supper,&#148; thought he, &#147;if only I can find some excuse to seize it.&#148;
Then he called out to the Lamb, &#147;How dare you muddle the water from which
I am drinking?&#148;
&#147;Nay, master, nay,&#148; said Lambikin; &#147;if the water be muddy up there,
I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from you to me.&#148;
&#147;Well, then,&#148; said the Wolf, &#147;why did you call me bad names this
time last year?&#148;
&#147;That cannot be,&#148; said the Lamb; &#147;I am only six months old.&#148;

&#147;I don&#146;t care,&#148; snarled the Wolf; &#147;if it was not you it was
your father;&#148; and with that he rushed upon the poor little Lamb and&#151;
WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA&#151;
ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out&#151;<br><p>
&#147;ANY EXCUSE WILL SERVE A TYRANT.&#148; <br>