THE FROGS AND THE BULLS.
Some frogs that were in a damp marsh saw two bulls which fought in a field some way off. “Look!” said one of them, “there’s a sight! Dear sirs, what must we do?” “I pray thee,” said a young frog, “do not take fright at that. How can the feuds of two bulls hurt us? They are not of the same tribe as we are, far less in the same rank of life; and as to size, why we are too small for such large beasts as those to take note of us. They do but fight to see which shall be head of the herd.” “That is true,” said an old frog, “but as one will win the day, one must, of course, yield, and the bull that is sent out of the field will come to the marsh for rush and reed, and will crush us to death at each step. Know you not that when great folk fall out, small folk smart for it?”