He then 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! I won’t remain supper-less, even though you refute every one of my imputations.”
The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny, and it is useless for the innocent to try by reasoning to get justice, when the oppressor intends to be unjust.