The wolf and the lamb
A Wolf came upon a Lamb straying from the flock, and felt some compunction about taking the life of so helpless a creature without some plausible excuse; so he cast about for a grievance and said at last,
Last year, sirrah, you grossly insulted me.
That is impossible, sir, bleated the Lamb,
for I wasn't born then.
Well, retorted the Wolf,
you feed in my pastures.
That cannot be, replied the Lamb,
for I have never yet tasted grass.
You drink from my spring, then, continued the Wolf.
Indeed, sir, said the poor Lamb,
I have never yet drunk anything but my mother's milk.
Well, anyhow, said the Wolf,
I'm not going without my dinner: and he sprang upon the Lamb and devoured it without more ado.