“Alas!” said the first frog, “you are wrong. One of them will certainly triumph. The vanquished will take refuge from the victor in our marshes, and we shall be trampled under his feet.”
When the strong fall out, the weak are the greatest sufferers from their quarrels.
THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES
A Lark had made her nest in the early Spring on the young green wheat. The brood had almost grown to their proper strength, and attained the use of their wings and the full plumage of their feathers, when the owner of the field, overlooking his crop, now quite ripe, said, “The time is come when I must send to all my neighbors to help me with my harvest.” One of the young Larks heard his speech, and told it to his mother, asking her to what place they should move for safety.
“There is no occasion to move yet, my son,” she replied; “the man who only sends to his friends to help him with his harvest is not really in earnest.” The owner of the field again came a few days later, and saw the wheat shedding the grain from excess of ripeness, and said, “I will come myself to-morrow with my laborers, and with as many reapers as I can hire, and will get in the harvest.” The Lark on hearing these words said to her brood, “It is time now to be off, my little ones, for the man is in earnest this time; he no longer trusts to his friends, but will reap the field himself.”
Self-help is the best help.
BELLING THE CAT
The mice who lived in the old house met one day to discuss the means to be used to get rid of a large, fierce black cat that had taken up her abode there, and made her living by hunting and eating them up one by one, so that their numbers were greatly reduced. Each mouse lived in constant dread of being pounced upon and eaten.