Yudhiesic: June 2013

The Cock and the Pearl

A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard

among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning

amid the straw. ‘Ho! ho!’ quoth he, ‘that’s for me,’ and

soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn

out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in

the yard? ‘You may be a treasure,’ quoth Master Cock, ‘to

men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single

barley-corn than a peck of pearls.’

Precious things are for those that can prize them.

The Wolf and the Lamb

Once upon a time a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside,

when, looking up, what should he see but a Lamb just

beginning to drink a little lower down. ‘There’s my supper,’

thought he, ‘if only I can find some excuse to seize it.’ Then

he called out to the Lamb, ‘How dare you muddle the water

from which I am drinking?’

‘Nay, master, nay,’ said Lambikin; ‘if the water be muddy

up there, I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from

you to me.’

‘Well, then,’ said the Wolf, ‘why did you call me bad

names this time last year?’

‘That cannot be,’ said the Lamb; ‘I am only six months

old.’

‘I don’t care,’ snarled the Wolf; ‘if it was not you it was

your father;’ and with that he rushed upon the poor little

Lamb and ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out

.’Any excuse will serve a tyrant.’

The Dog and the Shadow

It happened that a Dog had got a piece of meat and was carrying

it home in his mouth to eat it in peace. Now on his way

home he had to cross a plank lying across a running brook.

As he crossed, he looked down and saw his own shadow reflected

in the water beneath. Thinking it was another dog

with another piece of meat, he made up his mind to have

that also. So he made a snap at the shadow in the water, but

as he opened his mouth the piece of meat fell out, dropped

into the water and was never seen more.

Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the

shadow.

The Lion’s Share

The Lion went once a-hunting along with the Fox, the Jackal,

and the Wolf. They hunted and they hunted till at last they

surprised a Stag, and soon took its life. Then came the question

how the spoil should be divided. ‘Quarter me this Stag,’

roared the Lion; so the other animals skinned it and cut it

into four parts. Then the Lion took his stand in front of the

carcass and pronounced judgment: The first quarter is for

me in my capacity as King of Beasts; the second is mine as

arbiter; another share comes to me for my part in the chase;

and as for the fourth quarter, well, as for that, I should like

to see which of you will dare to lay a paw upon it.’

‘Humph,’ grumbled the Fox as he walked away with his

tail between his legs; but he spoke in a low growl .’You may

share the labours of the great, but you will not share the

spoil.’

The Wolf and the Crane

A Wolf had been gorging on an animal he had killed, when

suddenly a small bone in the meat stuck in his throat and he

could not swallow it. He soon felt terrible pain in his throat,

and ran up and down groaning and groaning and seeking

for something to relieve the pain. He tried to induce every

one he met to remove the bone. ‘I would give anything,’ said

he, ‘if you would take it out.’ At last the Crane agreed to

try, and told the Wolf to lie on his side and open his jaws

as wide as he could. Then the Crane put its long neck down

the Wolf’s throat, and with its beak loosened the bone, till

at last it got it out.

‘Will you kindly give me the reward you promised?’ said

the Crane.

The Wolf grinned and showed his teeth and said: ‘Be

content. You have put your head inside a Wolf’s mouth and

taken it out again in safety; that ought to be reward enough

for you.’

Gratitude and greed go not together.

The Man and the Serpent

A Countryman’s son by accident trod upon a Serpent’s tail,

which turned and bit him so that he died. The father in a

rage got his axe, and pursuing the Serpent, cut off part of

its tail. So the Serpent in revenge began stinging several of

the Farmer’s cattle and caused him severe loss. Well, the

Farmer thought it best to make it up with the Serpent, and

brought food and honey to the mouth of its lair, and said to

it: ‘Let’s forget and forgive; perhaps you were right to punish

my son, and take vengeance on my cattle, but surely I was

right in trying to revenge him; now that we are both satisfied

why should not we be friends again?’

‘No, no,’ said the Serpent; ‘take away your gifts; you can

never forget the death of your son, nor I the loss of my tail.’

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse

Now you must know that a Town Mouse once upon a time

went on a visit to his cousin in the country. He was rough

and ready, this cousin, but he loved his town friend and

made him heartily welcome. Beans and bacon, cheese and

bread, were all he had to offer, but he offered them freely.

The Town Mouse rather turned up his long nose at this

country fare, and said: ‘I cannot understand, Cousin, how

you can put up with such poor food as this, but of course

you cannot expect anything better in the country; come

you with me and I will show you how to live. When you

have been in town a week you will wonder how you could

ever have stood a country life.’ No sooner said than done:

the two mice set off for the town and arrived at the Town

Mouse’s residence late at night. ‘You will want some refreshment

after our long journey,’ said the polite Town Mouse,

and took his friend into the grand dining-room. There they

found the remains of a fine feast, and soon the two mice

were eating up jellies and cakes and all that was nice. Suddenly

they heard growling and barking. ‘What is that?’ said

the Country Mouse. ‘It is only the dogs of the house,’ answered

the other. ‘Only!’ said the Country Mouse. ‘I do not

like that music at my dinner.’ Just at that moment the door

flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had

to scamper down and run off. ‘Good-bye, Cousin,’ said the

Country Mouse, ‘What! going so soon?’ said the other. ‘Yes,’

he replied;

‘Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in

fear.

The Fox and the Crow

A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its

beak and settle on a branch of a tree. ‘That’s for me, as I

am a Fox,’ said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the

foot of the tree. ‘Good-day, Mistress Crow,’ he cried. ‘How

well you are looking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how

bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of

other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one

song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds.’

The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but

the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell

to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox. ‘That

will do,’ said he. ‘That was all I wanted. In exchange for your

cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future .’Do

not trust flatterers.’

The Sick Lion

A Lion had come to the end of his days and lay sick unto

death at the mouth of his cave, gasping for breath. The animals,

his subjects, came round him and drew nearer as he

grew more and more helpless. When they saw him on the

point of death they thought to themselves: ‘Now is the time

to pay off old grudges.’ So the Boar came up and drove at

him with his tusks; then a Bull gored him with his horns;

still the Lion lay helpless before them: so the Ass, feeling

quite safe from danger, came up, and turning his tail to

the Lion kicked up his heels into his face. ‘This is a double

death,’ growled the Lion.

Only cowards insult dying majesty.

The Ass and the Lapdog

A Farmer one day came to the stables to see to his beasts

of burden: among them was his favourite Ass, that was always

well fed and often carried his master. With the Farmer

came his Lapdog, who danced about and licked his hand

and frisked about as happy as could be. The Farmer felt in

his pocket, gave the Lapdog some dainty food, and sat down

while he gave his orders to his servants. The Lapdog jumped

into his master’s lap, and lay there blinking while the Farmer

stroked his ears. The Ass, seeing this, broke loose from

his halter and commenced prancing about in imitation of

the Lapdog. The Farmer could not hold his sides with laughter,

so the Ass went up to him, and putting his feet upon

the Farmer’s shoulder attempted to climb into his lap. The

Farmer’s servants rushed up with sticks and pitchforks and

soon taught the Ass that clumsy jesting is no joke

The Lion and the Mouse

Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running

up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who

placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to

swallow him. ‘Pardon, O King,’ cried the little Mouse: ‘forgive

me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but

what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?’

The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able

to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go. Some

time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters

who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a

tree while they went in search of a waggon to carry him on.

Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing

the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and

soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the

Beasts. ‘Was I not right?’ said the little Mouse.

Little friends may prove great friends

The Swallow and the Other Birds

It happened that a Countryman was sowing some hemp

seeds in a field where a Swallow and some other birds were

hopping about picking up their food. ‘Beware of that man,’

quoth the Swallow. ‘Why, what is he doing?’ said the others.

‘That is hemp seed he is sowing; be careful to pick up every

one of the seeds, or else you will repent it.’ The birds paid

no heed to the Swallow’s words, and by and by the hemp

grew up and was made into cord, and of the cords nets were

made, and many a bird that had despised the Swallow’s advice

was caught in nets made out of that very hemp. ‘What

did I tell you?’ said the Swallow.

Destroy the seed of evil, or it will grow up to your ruin.

The Frogs Desiring a King

The Frogs were living as happy as could be in a marshy

swamp that just suited them; they went splashing about caring

for nobody and nobody troubling with them. But some

of them thought that this was not right, that they should

have a king and a proper constitution, so they determined

to send up a petition to Jove to give them what they wanted.

‘Mighty Jove,’ they cried, ‘send unto us a king that will rule

over us and keep us in order.’ Jove laughed at their croaking,

and threw down into the swamp a huge Log, which came

downrplashto the swamp. The Frogs were frightened out of

their lives by the commotion made in their midst, and all

rushed to the bank to look at the horrible monster; but after

a time, seeing that it did not move, one or two of the

boldest of them ventured out towards the Log, and even

dared to touch it; still it did not move. Then the greatest

hero of the Frogs jumped upon the Log and commenced

dancing up and down upon it, thereupon all the Frogs came

and did the same; and for some time the Frogs went about

their business every day without taking the slightest notice

of their new King Log lying in their midst. But this did not

suit them, so they sent another petition to Jove, and said

to him, ‘We want a real king; one that will really rule over

us.’ Now this made Jove angry, so he sent among them a big

Stork that soon set to work gobbling them all up. Then the

Frogs repented when too late.

Better no rule than cruel rule.

The Mountains in Labour

One day the Countrymen noticed that the Mountains were

in labour; smoke came out of their summits, the earth was

quaking at their feet, trees were crashing, and huge rocks

were tumbling. They felt sure that something horrible was

going to happen. They all gathered together in one place to

see what terrible thing this could be. They waited and they

waited, but nothing came. At last there was a still more violent

earthquake, and a huge gap appeared in the side of the

Mountains. They all fell down upon their knees and waited.

At last, and at last, a teeny, tiny mouse poked its little head

and bristles out of the gap and came running down towards

them, and ever after they used to say:

‘Much outcry, little outcome.’

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