The Flea And The Ox
A Flea thus questioned an Ox: "What ails you, that being so huge and
strong, you submit to the wrongs you receive from men and slave for
them day by day, while I, being so small a creature, mercilessly feed
on their flesh and drink their blood without stint?' The Ox replied:
"I do not wish to be ungrateful, for I am loved and well cared for
by men, and they often pat my head and shoulders." "Woe's me!" said
the flea; "this very patting which you like, whenever it happens to
me, brings with it my inevitable destruction."
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