The latter said to himself, “This animal looks like a Goat, but it does not talk like one. So it is very likely some wicked spirit in this shape. Prudence often serves us better than valor, so for the present I shall return to the wood,” and he turned back.
The Goat rose up, and, advancing to the mouth of the cave, said, “Will you come back to-morrow?”
“Never again,” said the Lion.
“Do you think I shall be able to see you, at least, in the wood to-morrow?”
“Neither in the wood, nor in this neighborhood any more,” said the Lion, and running to the forest, soon left it with his kindred.
The animals in the country, not hearing him roar any more, gathered round the Goat, and said, “The wisdom of one doth save a host.”
THE SUNLING
In the good old days a Clown in the East, on a visit to a city kinsman, while at dinner, pointed to a burning candle and asked what it was. The City Man said, in jest, it was a sunling, or one of the children of the sun.
The Clown thought that it was something rare; so he waited for an opportunity, and hid it in a chest of drawers close by. Soon the chest caught fire, then the curtains by its side, then the room, then the whole house.