
The Fox and the Hedgehog.A Fox, while crossing over a river, was driven by the stream into anarrow gorge, and lay there for a long time unable to get out, coveredwith myriads of horse-flies that had fastened themselves upon him. AHedgehog, who was wandering in that direction, saw him, and takingcompassion on him, asked him if he should drive away the flies that wereso tormenting him. But the Fox begged him to do nothing of the sort."Why not?" asked the Hedgehog. "Because," replied the Fox, "these fliesthat are upon me now are already full, and draw but little blood, butshould you remove them, a swarm of fresh and hungry ones will come, whowill not leave a drop of blood in my body." When we throw off rulers or dependents, who have already made the mostof us, we do but, for the most part, lay ourselves open to others, whowill make us bleed yet more freely. From Aesop's Fables |