The Hunter and His Hounds
A certain Hunter, who was seized with an ardent desire to make his prey a superb anqua,[1] spent large sums of money in the keeping of Hounds. By accident, one of his bitches bit his son, and the child died of the wound.
“Since the Hounds have caused his death,” said the master to the servants, “let us kill them all.”
“Alas!” cried one of the poor creatures, “all of us must die for the fault committed by a single one of us!”
A single scoundrel is sufficient to bring ruin on a whole ward.