The Flea and the Ox





A FLEA thus questioned an Ox: "What ails you, that being so huge

and strong, you submit to the wrongs you receive from men and

slave for them day by day, while I, being so small a creature,

mercilessly feed on their flesh and drink their blood without

stint?' The Ox replied: "I do not wish to be ungrateful, for I am

loved and well cared for by men, and they often pat my head and

shoulders." "Woe's me!" said the flea; "this very patting which

you like, whenever it happens to me, brings with it my inevitable

destruction."





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