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A Wolf on his rambles came to a field of oats, but, not being

able to eat them, he was passing on his way when a Horse came

along. "Look," said the Wolf, "here's a fine field of oats. For

your sake I have left it untouched, and I shall greatly enjoy the

sound of your teeth munching the ripe grain." But the Horse

replied, "If wolves could eat oats, my fine friend, you would

hardly have indulged your ears at the cost of your belly."

There is no virtue in giving to others what is useless to

oneself.

THE BAT, THE BRAMBLE, AND THE SEAGULL