The Fawn and the Deer

052. THE FAWN AND THE DEER. You will find the fable in English on this page; scroll to see if there are multiple English versions. [more info]

The Stag and the Fawn

069. THE STAG AND THE FAWN. A stag, grown old and mischievous, was, according to custom, stamping with his foot, making offers with his head, and bellowing so terribly, that the whole herd quaked for fear of him; when one of the little fawns coming up, addressed him to this purpose: “Pray, what is the reason that you, who are so stout and formidable at all other times, if you do but hear the cry of the hounds, are ready to fly out of your skin for fear?”
“What you observe is true,” replied the stag, “though I know not how to account for it; I am indeed vigorous and able enough, I think, to make my part good anywhere, and often resolve within myself, that nothing shall ever dismay my courage for the future. But, alas! I no sooner hear the voice of a hound, but all my spirits fail me, and I cannot help making off as fast as my legs can carry me.” [more info]

The Fawn and his Mother

077. THE FAWN AND HIS MOTHER. A young Fawn once said to his Mother: "I do not see, Mother, how it is that you should be so afraid of the dogs. You are larger than a dog, and swifter; and you are much more used to running. Why is it that the mere mention of a hound puts you into such a terrible fright?"
The Mother smiled upon her brave young son. "I know very well," she said, "that all you say is true. I look at my long legs, and remember all the advantages that you mention, yet when I hear the bark of but a single dog, I faint with terror." [more info]

The Old Deer and the Fawn

063. THE OLD DEER AND FAWN.
Says the young Fawne, my father why d' ye dread
The Hounds sinc nature so well armes your head
When he replyd, my Child when Dogs I hear
My hornes can not secure my heart from feare.
Morall
Cowards by nature by no magic Art
Can be incourag'd with a Heros heart.
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The Stag and the Fawn

063. THE STAG AND THE FAWN. A stag, grown old and mischievous, was, according to custom, stamping with his foot, making offers with his head, and bellowing so terribly, that the whole herd quaked for fear of him; when one of the little fawns coming up, addressed him to this purpose: “Pray, what is the reason that you, who are so stout and formidable at all other times, if you do but hear the cry of the hounds, are ready to fly out of your skin for fear?”
“What you observe is true,” replied the stag, “though I know not how to account for it; I am indeed vigorous and able enough, I think, to make my part good anywhere, and often resolve within myself, that nothing shall ever dismay my courage for the future. But, alas! I no sooner hear the voice of a hound, but all my spirits fail me, and I cannot help making off as fast as my legs can carry me.” [more info]

The Fawn and his Mother

022. THE FAWN AND HIS MOTHER. A YOUNG FAWN once said to his Mother, “You are larger than a dog, and swifter, and more used to running, and you have your horns as a defense; why, then, O Mother! do the hounds frighten you so?” She smiled, and said: “I know full well, my son, that all you say is true. I have the advantages you mention, but when I hear even the bark of a single dog I feel ready to faint, and fly away as fast as I can.”
No arguments will give courage to the coward. [more info]