A Vine was luxuriant in the time of
vintage with leaves and grapes.
A Goat, passing by, nibbled its
young tendrils and its leaves.
The Vine said: "Why do you thus
injure me and crop my leaves? Is
there no young grass left? But I
shall not have to wait long for my
just revenge; for if you now crop my
leaves, and cut me down to my root,
I shall provide the wine to pour
over you when you are led as a
victim to the sacrifice."