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 --

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ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out --

" Any excuse will serve a tyrant "

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