Aesop's fables -- Adaptations; Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fables, Greek -- Adaptations
A hen led her train of young chicks through a yard, to rake the chaff
and to show the grain, when one of them flew on the edge of a well
to try her wings, and by chance dropt down it, to the great grief
of the old bird. The next day, when the hen met one of her chicks
from an old brood, she said, “My dear son, I know you are strong and
bold, but, for your life, do not go near that well; if you do, some
great harm will come to you.” “Why should she give me this charge?”
said he. “Does she think I am not brave, or does she store some good
thing down the well, which she keeps for her last brood? I will go
and see.” So he stood at the brink of the well, and, far down in the
dark, he saw a spruce young cock, whose plumes rose, and whose wings
spread, as if he had a wish to fight. Down flew the young bird--to
rise no more.
If a fool is bid not to do a thing, he is sure to do it.
The best shield is to keep out of the reach of shot.
THE BOY AND THE HORN BOOK.
A boy stole a horn book from school, and brought it home to his aunt,
who did not take him to task for what he had done, but gave him some
plums for his pains. In course of time the child grew up to be a man,
and--need we say?--a thief. He stole more and more, and at last was
caught in a great theft, and was hung. A crowd came to look on at the
sad scene, and with them the aunt of the thief, who, with sobs and
tears, tore her hair and beat her breast. The thief saw her, and said
to those who were in charge of him, “Give me leave to say a word to
my aunt.” When she came up, he put his face to hers, as if he would
speak, and bit off her ear! At this the aunt gave a loud cry, and all
who stood near were struck with awe at so base a deed. “Good sirs,”
said the young man, “it is she who is the cause of my guilt; for if,
when I stole the horn book from school, she had had the sense to
point out to me that I had done wrong, I should not have come to this
sad end.”
Spare the rod, and spoil the child.
He that will steal an ounce, will steal a pound.
THE ASS WITH A LOAD OF SALT.
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