DON’T ENVY YOUR NEIGHBORS.
A FABLE.
A lean half-starved cur stood curiously regarding a sleek white well-fed pig, cosily curled up in a nest of nice clean straw.
“Some folks get all the good things in this world, I think,” grumbled the cur. “Here is that great fat lazy pig, fed on the best of everything—peas, potatoes, sweet milk, barley-meal, and I know not what all—whilst I am kicked and cuffed, and have to pick up a meal anyhow.”
“Dick!” cried the farmer out of the window. “Be up to-morrow at four o’clock. We’ll kill the white pig for Saturday’s market; and a roast leg of pork won’t come amiss for Sunday’s dinner.”
Next morning the cur was awakened early by strange sounds. “A—h!” said he, as he shivered in his straw, and sat up to listen; “I see now, they only fattened up poor piggy for their own sakes. Seeming good fortune may not be best for us after all. It is better to live poorly in security than to have all we want, and be in constant danger.”