087. THE FOX AND THE BRAMBLE. A fox, hard pressed by the hounds, was getting over a hedge, but tore his foot upon a bramble, which grew just in the midst of it; upon which he reproached the bramble for his inhospitable cruelty in using a stranger, who had fled to him for protection, after such a barbarous manner.
“Yes,” says the bramble, “you intended to have made me serve your turn, I know: but take this piece of advice with you for the future, never lay hold of a bramble again, as you tender your sweet person; for laying hold is a privilege that belongs to us brambles, and we do not care to let it go out of the family.” [more info]
“Yes,” says the bramble, “you intended to have made me serve your turn, I know: but take this piece of advice with you for the future, never lay hold of a bramble again, as you tender your sweet person; for laying hold is a privilege that belongs to us brambles, and we do not care to let it go out of the family.” [more info]
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