031. THE CASTOR. You will find the fable in English on this page; scroll to see if there are multiple English versions. [more info]
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The Fighting Cocks
182. THE FIGHTING COCKS. Two cocks were fighting for the sovereignty of the dunghill; and one of them having got the better of the other, he that was vanquished crept into a hole, and hid himself for some time, but the victor flew up to an eminent place, clapt his wings, and crowed out “Victory.”
An eagle who was watching for his prey near the place, saw him, and making a stoop, trussed him in his talons, and carried him off.
The cock that had been beaten, perceiving this, soon quitted his hole, and shaking off all remembrance of his late disgrace, gallanted the hens with all the intrepidity imaginable. [more info]
An eagle who was watching for his prey near the place, saw him, and making a stoop, trussed him in his talons, and carried him off.
The cock that had been beaten, perceiving this, soon quitted his hole, and shaking off all remembrance of his late disgrace, gallanted the hens with all the intrepidity imaginable. [more info]
The Cat and the Mice
021. THE CAT AND THE MICE. A certain house was much infested with mice; but at last they got a cat, who catched and ate every day some of them. The mice, finding their numbers grown thin, consulted what was best to be done for the preservation of the public from the jaws of the devouring cat. They debated, and came to this resolution, that no one should go down below the upper shelf.
The cat, observing the mice no longer came down as usual, hungry and disappointed of her prey, had recourse to this stratagem; she hung by her hinder legs on a peg which stuck in the wall, and made as if she had been dead, hoping by this lure to entice the mice to come down.
She had not been in this posture long, before a cunning old mouse peeped over the edge of the shelf, and spoke thus: “Aha! My good friend, are you there? There may you be! I would not trust myself with you, though your skin were stuffed with straw.” [more info]
The cat, observing the mice no longer came down as usual, hungry and disappointed of her prey, had recourse to this stratagem; she hung by her hinder legs on a peg which stuck in the wall, and made as if she had been dead, hoping by this lure to entice the mice to come down.
She had not been in this posture long, before a cunning old mouse peeped over the edge of the shelf, and spoke thus: “Aha! My good friend, are you there? There may you be! I would not trust myself with you, though your skin were stuffed with straw.” [more info]
The Frog and the Ox
21. THE FROG AND THE OX. An Ox, grazing in a swampy meadow, set his foot among a number of young Frogs, and crushed nearly all to death. One that escaped ran off to his mother with the dreadful news.
"Oh, mother," said he, "it was a beast—such a big, four-footed beast, that did it!"
"Big?" said the old Frog. "How big? Was it as big as this?" and she puffed herself out.
"Oh, a great deal bigger than that."
"Well, was it so big?" and she swelled herself out more.
"Indeed mother, it was; and if you were to burst yourself, you would never reach half its size." The old Frog made one more trial, determined to be as big as the Ox, and burst herself indeed. [more info]
"Oh, mother," said he, "it was a beast—such a big, four-footed beast, that did it!"
"Big?" said the old Frog. "How big? Was it as big as this?" and she puffed herself out.
"Oh, a great deal bigger than that."
"Well, was it so big?" and she swelled herself out more.
"Indeed mother, it was; and if you were to burst yourself, you would never reach half its size." The old Frog made one more trial, determined to be as big as the Ox, and burst herself indeed. [more info]
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