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“And you are quite right,” said the notary, who feared to lose his fee.

“Although, in justice, the people who arrest and imprison you, ought, at least, to feed you.”

He thus addressed him: “Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me.” “Indeed,” bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, “I was not then born.” Then said the Wolf, “You feed in my pasture.” “No, good sir,” replied the Lamb, “I have not yet tasted grass.” Again said the Wolf, “You drink of my well.” “No,” exclaimed the Lamb, “I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother’s milk is both food and drink to me.” Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, “Well!

“Alas!” said the Horse, “if you really wish me to be in good condition, you should groom me less, and feed me more.”