Wolf, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent
hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf’s right
to eat him. He thus addressed him: “Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted
me.” “Indeed,” bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, “I was not
then born.” Then said the Wolf, “You feed in my pasture.” “No, good sir,”
replied the Lamb, “I have not yet tasted grass.” Again said the Wolf, “You
drink of my well.” “No,” exclaimed the Lamb, “I never yet drank water, for
as yet my mother’s milk is both food and drink to me.” Upon which the
Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, “Well! I won’t remain supperless,
even though you refute every one of my imputations.
