Kriloff’s Original Fables
A gray Wolf from the flock a sheep once took,
And dragged it to a solitary nook,
Of course not treating it as quite a guest
The glutton there the Sheep to pieces tore, And, at each morsel choice, the more
His teeth the bones crunched, cracking them with zest.
But, greedy as he was, the whole he could not swallow
So putting by for supper, he laid him in a hollow,
To lazily digest what he had gorged for dinner. Meanwhile another sinner,
A little Mouse, attracted by the rich banquet’s smell,
Its way made through the moss, o’er hillocks silent trailing, To seize the smallest piece, its want of strength bewailing,
And off with it it hurried, fast to its hidden cell Upon a tree, within a hole. Seeing what thus it stole, Our Wolf throughout the wood
Raised all the rout he could
” Help, help ! ” he cried, as angrily he sobbed.
” Stop thief ! I’m ruined ! I am robbed ! They’ve taken all that I possessed !
Such things in towns will happen, ’tis confessed
A rogue from John, our Judge, his watch snatched—past
And odder still—John roared : ” Help, help there ! Stop
[In the days of Kriloff there were no ” Justices of the Peace,” and both the Police and the Courts in general,
especially in the provincial towns, swarmed with examples
of those who only objected to robbing when practised on
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