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.
"There's my supper," thought
he, "if only I can find some
excuse to seize it."
Then he called out to the Lamb,
"How dare you muddle the water from
which I am drinking?"
"Nay, master, nay," said
Lambikin; "if the water be muddy
up there, I cannot be the cause of
it, for it runs down from you to
"Well, then," said the Wolf,
"why did you call me bad names
this time last year?"
"That cannot be," said the
Lamb; "I am only six months old."
"I don't care," snarled the
Wolf; "if it was not you it was
your father;" and with that he
rushed upon the poor little Lamb and
ate her all up.
But before she died she gasped out:
"Any excuse will serve a tyrant."