The Lion & the Gnat
"Away with you, nasty insect!" said a Lion furiously to a Gnat that was humming around his head. Be that as it may, the Gnat was not at all upset.
"Do you think," he said resentfully to the Lion, "that I fear you since they call you king?"
The following moment he flew at the Lion and stung him forcefully on the nose. Frantic with rage, the Lion struck furiously at the Gnat, however just prevailed with regards to tearing himself with his claws. Over and over the Gnat stung the Lion, who currently was thundering frightfully. Finally, exhausted with rage and covered with wounds that his own teeth and claws had made, the Lion surrendered the battle.
The Gnat hummed away to educate the entire world concerning his triumph, however, rather he flew straight into a cobweb's. What's more, there, he who had crushed the King of monsters reached a hopeless conclusion, the prey of a little bug.
The weakest of our enemies is often the most to be afraid of.
Pride over a triumph ought not to throw off our guard.
A Raven & a Swan
A Raven, which you know is dark as coal, was desirous of the Swan, since her quills were pretty much as white as the most perfect snow. The silly bird got the possibility that on the off chance that he lived like the Swan, swimming and jumping the entire day and eating the weeds and plants that fill in the water, his plumes would become white like the Swan's.
So he left his home in the forest and fields and flew down to live on the lakes and in the swamps. But, however, he washed a lot the entire day, nearly suffocating himself at it, his quills stayed as dark as could be expected. Also, as the water weeds he ate disagreed with him, he got more slender and more slender, and finally, he kicked the bucket.
A difference in habits won't change nature.
The Ants & the Grasshopper
One splendid day in late pre-winter a group of Ants were clamoring about in the warm daylight, drying out the grain they had put away throughout the late spring, when a destitute Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and unassumingly asked for some food.
"What!" cried the Ants in shock, "haven't you stored anything away for the colder time of year? What on earth would you say you were doing all the previous summer?"
"I didn't have the opportunity to stockpile any food," whimpered the Grasshopper; "I was so bustling making music that before I knew it the summer was no more."
The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disdain.
"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Great; presently dance!" And they walked out on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.
There's a time for work and a time for play.
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