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A Blacksmith had a little Dog, which used to sleep when his

master was at work, but was very wide awake indeed when it was

time for meals. One day his master pretended to be disgusted at

this, and when he had thrown him a bone as usual, he said, "What

on earth is the good of a lazy cur like you? When I am hammering

away at my anvil, you just curl up and go to sleep: but no sooner

do I stop for a mouthful of food than you wake up and wag your

tail to be fed."

Those who will not work deserve to starve.

THE STAG AT THE POOL