<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727</id><updated>2020-02-28T21:54:21.594-08:00</updated><category term="Aesop"/><category term="Milo Winter"/><category term="Fox"/><category term="Lion"/><category term="Wolf"/><category term="Ass"/><category term="Man"/><category term="Goat"/><category term="Mouse"/><category term="Dog"/><category term="Farmer"/><category term="Frog"/><category term="Shepherd"/><category term="Cat"/><category term="Monkey"/><category term="Bear"/><category term="Bull"/><category term="Cock"/><category term="Crow"/><category term="Hare"/><category 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term="Pebbles"/><category term="People"/><category term="Pig"/><category term="Pitcher"/><category term="Pots"/><category term="Pout"/><category term="Purse"/><category term="Rabbit"/><category term="Rat"/><category term="Raven"/><category term="Rose"/><category term="Salt"/><category term="Satyr"/><category term="Shadow"/><category term="Spendthief"/><category term="Spider"/><category term="Stone"/><category term="Swan"/><category term="Tiger"/><category term="Town"/><category term="Treasure"/><category term="Tree"/><category term="Villagers"/><category term="Wasps"/><category term="Woodcutter"/><title type='text'>Fables and Short Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term="Heracles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><title type='text'>THE MAN AND THE LION</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSNi7orTc8/Um6PqUSU7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wQgQX9cQ4h8/s1600/THE+MAN+AND+THE+LION.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSNi7orTc8/Um6PqUSU7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wQgQX9cQ4h8/s640/THE+MAN+AND+THE+LION.jpg&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: #3d84c6; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Lion and a Man chanced to travel in company through the forest. They soon began to quarrel, for each of them boasted that he and his kind were far superior to the other both in strength and mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Now they reached a clearing in the forest and there stood a statue. It was a representation of &lt;b&gt;Heracles&lt;/b&gt; in the act of&lt;b&gt; tearing the jaws of the Nemean Lion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;See,&quot; said the man, &quot;that&#39;s how strong&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;are! The King of Beasts is like wax in our hands!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ho!&quot; laughed the Lion, &quot;a Man made that statue. It would have been quite a different scene had a Lion made it!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It all depends on the point of view, and who tells the story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/362361315040791760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-man-and-lion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/362361315040791760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/362361315040791760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-man-and-lion.html' title='THE MAN AND THE LION'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSNi7orTc8/Um6PqUSU7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wQgQX9cQ4h8/s72-c/THE+MAN+AND+THE+LION.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-941133806303758769</id><published>2013-06-02T01:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-02T01:45:57.591-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nicola Henshaw"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Swallow"/><title type='text'>THE SWALLOW AND THE CROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enydW91YK9g/UasFUndWFgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QAT0GxnYbco/s1600/swallow+and+the+crow.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enydW91YK9g/UasFUndWFgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QAT0GxnYbco/s640/swallow+and+the+crow.jpg&quot; width=&quot;458&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator:Nicola Henshaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swallow and the Crow had an argument one day about their plumage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Said the Swallow: &quot;&lt;b&gt;Just look at my bright and downy feathers&lt;/b&gt;. Your black stiff quills are not worth having. &lt;b&gt;Why don&#39;t you dress better&lt;/b&gt;? Show a little pride!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Your feathers may do very well in spring,&quot; replied the Crow, &quot;but—I don&#39;t remember ever having seen you around in winter, and that&#39;s when I enjoy myself most.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends in fine weather only, are not worth much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/941133806303758769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-swallow-and-crow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/941133806303758769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/941133806303758769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-swallow-and-crow.html' title='THE SWALLOW AND THE CROW'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enydW91YK9g/UasFUndWFgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QAT0GxnYbco/s72-c/swallow+and+the+crow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-1566332854608612187</id><published>2013-05-28T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-02T01:31:13.706-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arthur Rackham"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Horse"/><title type='text'>The Horse and the Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1rr863J7Fo/UaSWHvFiTjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EiisudgV8ys/s1600/horse-and-ass.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;544&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1rr863J7Fo/UaSWHvFiTjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EiisudgV8ys/s640/horse-and-ass.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator:Arthur Rackham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Horse&lt;/b&gt;, proud of his fine harness, met an &lt;b&gt;Ass&lt;/b&gt; on the high-road. As the Ass with his heavy burden moved slowly out of the way to let him pass, the Horse cried out impatiently that he could hardly resist kicking him to make him move faster. The Ass held his peace, but did not forget the other&#39;s insolence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long afterwards the Horse became broken-winded, and was sold by his owner to a farmer. One day, as he was drawing a &lt;b&gt;dung-cart&lt;/b&gt;, he met the Ass again, who in turn derided him and said, &quot;Aha! you never thought to come to this, did you, you who were so proud! Where are all your gay trappings now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1566332854608612187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-horse-and-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1566332854608612187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1566332854608612187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-horse-and-ass.html' title='The Horse and the Ass'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1rr863J7Fo/UaSWHvFiTjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EiisudgV8ys/s72-c/horse-and-ass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-4321076195800394089</id><published>2012-12-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-07T19:14:27.807-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cock"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Farmer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE COCK AND THE FOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rKbdqzOVdw/UMKu3b-o5WI/AAAAAAAAAyw/F2lreB42vUg/s1600/THE+COCK+AND+THE+FOX.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rKbdqzOVdw/UMKu3b-o5WI/AAAAAAAAAyw/F2lreB42vUg/s640/THE+COCK+AND+THE+FOX.jpg&quot; width=&quot;490&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fox was caught in a trap one fine morning, because he had got too near the Farmer&#39;s hen house. No doubt he was hungry, but that was not an excuse for stealing. A Cock, rising early, discovered what had happened. &lt;b&gt;He knew the Fox could not get at him&lt;/b&gt;, so he went a little closer to get a good look at his enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fox saw a slender chance of escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dear friend,&quot; he said, &quot;I was just on my way to visit a sick relative, when I stumbled into this string and got all tangled up. But please do not tell anybody about it. I dislike causing sorrow to anybody, and I am sure I can soon &lt;b&gt;gnaw this string to pieces&lt;/b&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Cock was not to be so easily fooled. He soon roused the whole &lt;b&gt;hen yard&lt;/b&gt;, and when the Farmer came running out, that was the end of Mr. Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wicked deserve no aid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4321076195800394089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-cock-and-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4321076195800394089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4321076195800394089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-cock-and-fox.html' title='THE COCK AND THE FOX'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rKbdqzOVdw/UMKu3b-o5WI/AAAAAAAAAyw/F2lreB42vUg/s72-c/THE+COCK+AND+THE+FOX.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-1138086730826855359</id><published>2012-11-04T11:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-07T19:16:43.163-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mole"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother"/><title type='text'>THE MOLE AND HIS MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhOkUoN1fCo/UJbAXChEGdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/c1RidOn31ew/s1600/mole+and+his+mother.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;379&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhOkUoN1fCo/UJbAXChEGdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/c1RidOn31ew/s640/mole+and+his+mother.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop,&amp;nbsp; Picture: Irene Goede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A little Mole once said to his Mother:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why, Mother,&lt;b&gt; you said I was blind!&lt;/b&gt; But I am sure I can see!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mole saw she would have to get such conceit out of his head. So she put a bit of frankincense before him and asked him to tell what it was.&lt;br /&gt;The little Mole peered at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why, that&#39;s a pebble!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, my son, that proves&lt;b&gt; you&#39;ve lost your sense of smell&lt;/b&gt; as well as being blind.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boast of one thing and you will be found lacking in that and a few other things as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1138086730826855359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-mole-and-his-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1138086730826855359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1138086730826855359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-mole-and-his-mother.html' title='THE MOLE AND HIS MOTHER'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhOkUoN1fCo/UJbAXChEGdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/c1RidOn31ew/s72-c/mole+and+his+mother.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-4891705080800591388</id><published>2012-11-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-12-07T19:17:43.315-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jupiter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monkey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother"/><title type='text'>JUPITER AND THE MONKEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJuxyHuS6jk/UJQ6oQFgr6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/5rblDPi8dRo/s1600/jupiterandmonkey.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJuxyHuS6jk/UJQ6oQFgr6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/5rblDPi8dRo/s640/jupiterandmonkey.png&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a baby show among the Animals in the forest. Jupiter provided the prize. Of course &lt;b&gt;all the proud mammas&lt;/b&gt; from far and near brought their babies. But none got there earlier than Mother Monkey. Proudly she presented her baby among the other contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, there was quite a laugh when the Animals saw the ugly flat-nosed, hairless, &lt;b&gt;pop-eyed little creature&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Laugh if you will,&quot; said the Mother Monkey. &quot;Though Jupiter may not give him the prize, I know that he is the prettiest, the sweetest, the dearest darling in the world.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother love is blind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4891705080800591388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/11/jupiter-and-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4891705080800591388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4891705080800591388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/11/jupiter-and-monkey.html' title='JUPITER AND THE MONKEY'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJuxyHuS6jk/UJQ6oQFgr6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/5rblDPi8dRo/s72-c/jupiterandmonkey.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-8970187070243883066</id><published>2012-02-22T08:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T08:37:38.838-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Becca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE ASS, THE FOX, AND THE LION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty6nUQa9qZk/T0UYWtXkO0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/nahWzpvr0CE/s1600/the+ass+the+fox+and+the+lion.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;456&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty6nUQa9qZk/T0UYWtXkO0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/nahWzpvr0CE/s640/the+ass+the+fox+and+the+lion.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ass and a Fox had become &lt;b&gt;close comrades&lt;/b&gt;, and were constantly in each other&#39;s company. While the Ass cropped a fresh bit of greens, the Fox would devour a chicken from the neighboring farmyard or a bit of cheese filched from the dairy. One day the pair unexpectedly met a Lion. &lt;b&gt;The Ass was very much frightened&lt;/b&gt;, but the Fox calmed his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will talk to him,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Fox walked boldly up to the Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;b&gt;Your highness&lt;/b&gt;,&quot; he said in an undertone, so the Ass could not hear him, &quot;I&#39;ve got a fine scheme in my head. If you promise not to hurt me, I will lead that foolish creature yonder into a pit where he can&#39;t get out, and you can feast at your pleasure.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion agreed and the Fox returned to the Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I made him promise not to hurt us,&quot; said the Fox. &quot;But come, I know a good place to hide till he is gone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Fox led the Ass into a &lt;b&gt;deep pit&lt;/b&gt;. But when the Lion saw that the Ass was his for the taking, he first of all struck down the traitor Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traitors may expect treachery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8970187070243883066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/02/ass-and-fox-had-become-close-comrades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8970187070243883066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8970187070243883066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2012/02/ass-and-fox-had-become-close-comrades.html' title='THE ASS, THE FOX, AND THE LION'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty6nUQa9qZk/T0UYWtXkO0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/nahWzpvr0CE/s72-c/the+ass+the+fox+and+the+lion.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-3735569093143968402</id><published>2011-08-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T08:21:24.205-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wind"/><title type='text'>THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkYFlXXO-1Y/TkAkZGB-lOI/AAAAAAAAAug/F62N9swIavg/s1600/THE+NORTH+WIND+AND+THE+SUN.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkYFlXXO-1Y/TkAkZGB-lOI/AAAAAAAAAug/F62N9swIavg/s320/THE+NORTH+WIND+AND+THE+SUN.jpg&quot; width=&quot;290&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The North Wind and the Sun had a quarrel about which of them was the stronger. While they were disputing with much heat and bluster, a Traveler passed along the road wrapped in a cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Let us agree,&quot; said the Sun, &quot;that he is the stronger who can strip that Traveler of his cloak.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Very well,&quot; growled the North Wind, and at once sent a cold, howling blast against the Traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With the first gust of wind the ends of the cloak whipped about the Traveler&#39;s body. But he immediately wrapped it closely around him, and the harder the Wind blew, the tighter he held it to him. The North Wind tore angrily at the cloak, but all his efforts were in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_EQLMgeotk/TkAkfZm_mjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/DGnH-k3JT7o/s1600/THE+NORTH+WIND+AND+THE+SUN2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_EQLMgeotk/TkAkfZm_mjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/DGnH-k3JT7o/s320/THE+NORTH+WIND+AND+THE+SUN2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;292&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the Sun began to shine. At first his beams were gentle, and in the pleasant warmth after the bitter cold of the North Wind, the Traveler unfastened his cloak and let it hang loosely from his shoulders. The Sun&#39;s rays grew warmer and warmer. The man took off his cap and mopped his brow. At last he became so heated that he pulled off his cloak, and, to escape the blazing sunshine, threw himself down in the welcome shade of a tree by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gentleness and kind persuasion win where force and bluster fail.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3735569093143968402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/north-wind-and-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/3735569093143968402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/3735569093143968402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/north-wind-and-sun.html' title='THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUN'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkYFlXXO-1Y/TkAkZGB-lOI/AAAAAAAAAug/F62N9swIavg/s72-c/THE+NORTH+WIND+AND+THE+SUN.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-4179516232196681989</id><published>2011-08-04T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:38:41.818-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cock"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eagle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE FIGHTING COCKS AND THE EAGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah8IkuaB4bo/TjrymWMNKQI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BYAC2RnSBMU/s1600/THE+FIGHTING+COCKS+AND+THE+EAGLE.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;616&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah8IkuaB4bo/TjrymWMNKQI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BYAC2RnSBMU/s640/THE+FIGHTING+COCKS+AND+THE+EAGLE.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there were &lt;b&gt;two Cocks living in the same farmyard&lt;/b&gt; who could not bear the sight of each other. At last one day they flew up to fight it out, beak and claw. They fought until one of them was beaten and &lt;b&gt;crawled off to a corner&lt;/b&gt; to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Cock that had won the battle flew to the &lt;b&gt;top of the hen-house&lt;/b&gt;, and, proudly flapping his wings, crowed &lt;b&gt;with all his might&lt;/b&gt; to tell the world about his victory. But an Eagle, circling overhead, heard the &lt;b&gt;boasting chanticleer&lt;/b&gt; and, swooping down, carried him off to his nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His rival saw the deed, and coming out of his corner, &lt;b&gt;took his place as master&lt;/b&gt; of the farmyard.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pride goes before a fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4179516232196681989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/fighting-cocks-and-eagle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4179516232196681989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4179516232196681989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/fighting-cocks-and-eagle.html' title='THE FIGHTING COCKS AND THE EAGLE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah8IkuaB4bo/TjrymWMNKQI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BYAC2RnSBMU/s72-c/THE+FIGHTING+COCKS+AND+THE+EAGLE.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-2550453585208739363</id><published>2011-08-03T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:36:51.136-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fisherman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE FISHERMAN AND THE LITTLE FISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7DHH49B9kE/TjlcRKNA-mI/AAAAAAAAAts/SoFZYeymDMo/s1600/THE+FISHERMAN+AND+THE+LITTLE+FISH.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7DHH49B9kE/TjlcRKNA-mI/AAAAAAAAAts/SoFZYeymDMo/s640/THE+FISHERMAN+AND+THE+LITTLE+FISH.jpg&quot; width=&quot;574&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor Fisherman, who lived on the fish he caught, had bad luck one day and caught nothing but a &lt;b&gt;very small fry&lt;/b&gt;. The Fisherman was about to put it in his basket when the little Fish said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;b&gt;Please spare me, Mr. Fisherman&lt;/b&gt;! I am so small it is not worth while to carry me home. When I am bigger, I shall make you a much better meal.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;But the Fisherman quickly put the fish into his basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How foolish I should be,&quot; he said, &quot;to throw you back. However small you may be, you are &lt;b&gt;better than nothing&lt;/b&gt; at all.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A small gain is worth more than a large promise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2550453585208739363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/fisherman-and-little-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2550453585208739363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2550453585208739363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/fisherman-and-little-fish.html' title='THE FISHERMAN AND THE LITTLE FISH'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7DHH49B9kE/TjlcRKNA-mI/AAAAAAAAAts/SoFZYeymDMo/s72-c/THE+FISHERMAN+AND+THE+LITTLE+FISH.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-2537505852960637103</id><published>2011-08-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:45:54.009-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE ASS IN THE LION&#39;S SKIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-5UT7shjnM/TjcBr1uRdII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Sp6GYc86xQo/s1600/THE+ASS+IN+THE+LION%2527S+SKIN.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-5UT7shjnM/TjcBr1uRdII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Sp6GYc86xQo/s640/THE+ASS+IN+THE+LION%2527S+SKIN.jpg&quot; width=&quot;528&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ass found a Lion&#39;s skin left in the forest by a hunter. He dressed himself in it, and amused himself by hiding in a thicket and rushing out suddenly at the animals who passed that way. &lt;b&gt;All took to their heels&lt;/b&gt; the moment they saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ass was so pleased to see the animals running away from him, just as if he were &lt;b&gt;King Lion&lt;/b&gt; himself, that he could not keep from expressing his delight by a loud, harsh bray. A Fox, who ran with the rest, stopped short as soon as he heard the voice. Approaching the Ass, he said with a laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you had &lt;b&gt;kept your mouth shut&lt;/b&gt; you might have frightened me, too. But you gave yourself away with that silly bray.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A fool may deceive by his &lt;b&gt;dress and appearance&lt;/b&gt;, but his words will soon show what he really is.&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2537505852960637103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/author-aesop-illustrator-milo-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2537505852960637103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2537505852960637103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/08/author-aesop-illustrator-milo-winter.html' title='THE ASS IN THE LION&#39;S SKIN'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-5UT7shjnM/TjcBr1uRdII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Sp6GYc86xQo/s72-c/THE+ASS+IN+THE+LION%2527S+SKIN.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-7340136651065573779</id><published>2011-07-31T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:59:46.238-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE HARE AND HIS EARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGsBvWd9LeI/TjXBLevehBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2PxXXHq3XJc/s1600/THE+HARE+AND+HIS+EARS.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;435&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGsBvWd9LeI/TjXBLevehBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2PxXXHq3XJc/s640/THE+HARE+AND+HIS+EARS.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion had been badly hurt by the &lt;b&gt;horns of a Goat&lt;/b&gt;, which he was eating. He was very angry to think that any animal that he chose for a meal, should be so brazen as to wear such dangerous things as horns to scratch him while he ate. So he commanded that all animals with horns should leave his domains within twenty-four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The command struck terror among the beasts. All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. Even the &lt;b&gt;Hare&lt;/b&gt;, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he came out of the warren in the early morning sunshine, and there saw the shadow cast by his &lt;b&gt;long and pointed ears&lt;/b&gt;, a terrible fright seized him.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Goodby, neighbor Cricket,&quot; he called. &quot;I&#39;m off. He will certainly make out that my ears are horns, no matter what I say.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not give your enemies the slightest reason to attack your reputation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your enemies will seize any excuse to attack you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7340136651065573779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/07/hare-and-his-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/7340136651065573779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/7340136651065573779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/07/hare-and-his-ears.html' title='THE HARE AND HIS EARS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGsBvWd9LeI/TjXBLevehBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2PxXXHq3XJc/s72-c/THE+HARE+AND+HIS+EARS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-6218316050470758321</id><published>2011-02-09T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T05:01:49.214-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Satyr"/><title type='text'>THE MAN AND THE SATYR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB1hbZKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HqJz7Q9nR_A/s1600/THE+MAN+AND+THE+SATYR.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB1hbZKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HqJz7Q9nR_A/s640/THE+MAN+AND+THE+SATYR.jpg&quot; width=&quot;444&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A long time ago a Man met a &lt;b&gt;Satyr &lt;/b&gt;in the forest and succeeded in making friends with him. The two soon became the best of comrades, living together in the Man&#39;s hut. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the &lt;b&gt;Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why do you do that?&quot; asked the Satyr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;To warm my hands,&quot; the Man replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When they reached home the Man prepared two bowls of &lt;b&gt;porridge&lt;/b&gt;. These he placed steaming hot on the table, and the comrades sat down very cheerfully to enjoy the meal. But much to the Satyr&#39;s surprise, the Man began to blow into his bowl of porridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why do you do that?&quot; he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;To cool my porridge,&quot; replied the Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Satyr sprang hurriedly&lt;/b&gt; to his feet and made for the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Goodby,&quot; he said, &quot;I&#39;ve seen enough. &lt;b&gt;A fellow that blows hot and cold in the same breath&lt;/b&gt; cannot be friends with me!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6218316050470758321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-and-satyr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/6218316050470758321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/6218316050470758321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-and-satyr.html' title='THE MAN AND THE SATYR'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB1hbZKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HqJz7Q9nR_A/s72-c/THE+MAN+AND+THE+SATYR.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-1587011238868772902</id><published>2011-02-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:40:58.779-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hornet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wasps"/><title type='text'>THE BEES AND WASPS, AND THE HORNET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBtFwcYpbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0LsX-NbeGq8/s1600/THE+BEES+AND+WASPS%252C+AND+THE+HORNET.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBtFwcYpbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0LsX-NbeGq8/s640/THE+BEES+AND+WASPS%252C+AND+THE+HORNET.jpg&quot; width=&quot;516&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A store of honey had been found in a &lt;b&gt;hollow tree&lt;/b&gt;, and the &lt;b&gt;Wasps &lt;/b&gt;declared positively that it belonged to them. The Bees were just as sure that the &lt;b&gt;treasure was theirs&lt;/b&gt;. The argument grew very pointed, and it looked as if the &lt;b&gt;affair could not be settled without a battle,&lt;/b&gt; when at last, with much good sense, they&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;agreed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to let a judge decide the matter. So they brought the case before the &lt;b&gt;Hornet&lt;/b&gt;, justice of the peace in that part of the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When the Judge called the case, witnesses declared that they had seen &lt;b&gt;certain winged creatures&lt;/b&gt; in the neighborhood of the hollow tree, who hummed loudly, and whose bodies were striped, yellow and black, like Bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Counsel for the Wasps immediately insisted that this description fitted his clients exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Such evidence did not help Judge Hornet to any decision, so he &lt;b&gt;adjourned court for six weeks&lt;/b&gt; to give him time to think it over. When the case came up again, both sides had a large number of witnesses. An Ant was first to take the stand, and was about to be cross-examined, when a &lt;b&gt;wise old Bee&lt;/b&gt; addressed the Court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Your honor,&quot; he said, &quot;the case has now been pending for six weeks. If it is not decided soon, the honey will not be fit for anything. I move that the &lt;b&gt;Bees and the Wasps&lt;/b&gt; be both instructed to build a honey comb. Then we shall soon see to whom the honey really belongs.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Wasps protested loudly. Wise Judge Hornet quickly understood why they did so: They knew they could not build a honey comb and fill it with honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;It is clear,&quot; said the Judge, &quot;who made the comb and who could not have made it. The honey belongs to the Bees.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ability proves itself by deeds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1587011238868772902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/02/bees-and-wasps-and-hornet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1587011238868772902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/1587011238868772902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/02/bees-and-wasps-and-hornet.html' title='THE BEES AND WASPS, AND THE HORNET'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBtFwcYpbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0LsX-NbeGq8/s72-c/THE+BEES+AND+WASPS%252C+AND+THE+HORNET.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-750176157230315031</id><published>2011-01-22T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T04:01:47.375-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Farmer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lark"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBuZR93SpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZuutTKSVkGM/s1600/THE+LARK+AND+HER+YOUNG+ONES.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBuZR93SpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZuutTKSVkGM/s640/THE+LARK+AND+HER+YOUNG+ONES.jpg&quot; width=&quot;476&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. As the days passed, the &lt;b&gt;wheat stalks grew tall &lt;/b&gt;and the young birds, too, grew in strength. Then one day, when the &lt;b&gt;ripe golden grain&lt;/b&gt; waved in the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;This wheat is now &lt;b&gt;ready for reaping&lt;/b&gt;,&quot; said the Farmer. &quot;We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The young Larks in their nest close by were much frightened, for they knew they would be in great danger if they did not leave the nest before the reapers came. When the &lt;b&gt;Mother Lark&lt;/b&gt; returned with food for them, they told her what they had heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Do not be frightened, children,&quot; said the Mother Lark. &quot;If the Farmer said he would call in his &lt;b&gt;neighbors and friends to help&lt;/b&gt; him do his work, this wheat will not be reaped for a while yet.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A few days later, the wheat was so ripe, that when the &lt;b&gt;wind shook the stalks&lt;/b&gt;, a hail of wheat grains came rustling down on the young Larks&#39; heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;If this wheat is not harvested at once,&quot; said the Farmer, &quot;we shall lose half the crop. We cannot wait any longer for help from our friends. Tomorrow &lt;b&gt;we must set to work&lt;/b&gt;, ourselves.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When the young Larks told their mother what they had heard that day, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Then we must be off at once. When a man decides to do his own work and not depend on any one else, then you may be sure there will be no more delay.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There was much fluttering and trying out of wings that afternoon, and at sunrise next day, when the Farmer and his son cut down the grain, they found an empty nest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Self-help is the best help.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/750176157230315031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/lark-and-her-young-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/750176157230315031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/750176157230315031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/lark-and-her-young-ones.html' title='THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBuZR93SpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZuutTKSVkGM/s72-c/THE+LARK+AND+HER+YOUNG+ONES.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-3101159712781457694</id><published>2011-01-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:06:11.707-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lamb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tiger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolf"/><title type='text'>THE ANIMALS AND THE PLAGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBpASMn_uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hObatTwDsxc/s1600/THE+ANIMALS+AND+THE+PLAGUE.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBpASMn_uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hObatTwDsxc/s640/THE+ANIMALS+AND+THE+PLAGUE.jpg&quot; width=&quot;572&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time a &lt;b&gt;severe plague raged&lt;/b&gt; among the animals. Many died, and those who lived were so ill, that they cared for neither food nor drink, and dragged themselves about listlessly. No longer could a fat young hen tempt Master Fox to dinner, nor a &lt;b&gt;tender lamb&lt;/b&gt; rouse &lt;b&gt;greedy Sir Wolf&lt;/b&gt;&#39;s appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;At last the Lion decided to call a council. When all the animals were gathered together he arose and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dear friends, I believe the gods have sent this plague upon us as a &lt;b&gt;punishment for our sins&lt;/b&gt;. Therefore, the most guilty one of us must be offered in &lt;b&gt;sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;. Perhaps we may thus obtain forgiveness and cure for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;I will confess all&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sins first. I admit that I have been very greedy and have &lt;b&gt;devoured &lt;/b&gt;many sheep. They had done me no harm. I have eaten goats and bulls and stags. To tell the truth, I even ate up a shepherd now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Now, if I am the most guilty, I am ready to be sacrificed. But I think it best that each one confess his sins as I have done. Then we can &lt;b&gt;decide in all justice&lt;/b&gt; who is the most guilty.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Your majesty,&quot; said the Fox, &quot;you are too good. Can it be a crime to eat sheep, &lt;b&gt;such stupid mutton heads?&lt;/b&gt; No, no, your majesty. You have done them great honor by eating them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they belong to that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;puny race&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that pretends to be our masters.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;All the animals applauded the Fox loudly. Then, though the Tiger, the Bear, the Wolf, and all the savage beasts &lt;b&gt;recited the most wicked deeds&lt;/b&gt;, all were excused and made to appear very saint-like and innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It was now the Ass&#39;s turn to confess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;I remember,&quot; he said guiltily, &quot;that one day as I was passing a field belonging to some priests, I was so tempted by the tender grass and my hunger, that I could not resist nibbling a bit of it. I had no right to do it, I admit—&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A great uproar among the beasts interrupted him. Here was the culprit who had brought misfortune on all of them! What a &lt;b&gt;horrible crime&lt;/b&gt; it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else! It was enough to hang anyone for, much more an Ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Immediately they all fell upon him, the Wolf in the lead, and soon had made an end to him, sacrificing him to the gods then and there, and without the formality of an altar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The weak are made to suffer for the misdeeds of the powerful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3101159712781457694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/animals-and-plague.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/3101159712781457694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/3101159712781457694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/animals-and-plague.html' title='THE ANIMALS AND THE PLAGUE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBpASMn_uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hObatTwDsxc/s72-c/THE+ANIMALS+AND+THE+PLAGUE.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-8213326080743055282</id><published>2011-01-14T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:06:20.267-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mouse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rat"/><title type='text'>THE CAT AND THE OLD RAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBvpteyLvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ZfU-SSXA0g/s1600/THE+CAT+AND+THE+OLD+RAT.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBvpteyLvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ZfU-SSXA0g/s640/THE+CAT+AND+THE+OLD+RAT.jpg&quot; width=&quot;532&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There was once a Cat who was so &lt;b&gt;watchful&lt;/b&gt;, that a Mouse hardly dared show the &lt;b&gt;tip of his whiskers&lt;/b&gt; for fear of being eaten alive. That Cat seemed to be everywhere at once with his claws all ready for a pounce. At last the Mice kept so closely to their dens, that the Cat saw he would have to use his wits well to catch one. So one day he climbed up on a shelf and hung from it, head downward, as if he were dead, holding himself up by &lt;b&gt;clinging to some ropes &lt;/b&gt;with one paw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When the Mice peeped out and saw him in that position, they thought he had been hung up there in &lt;b&gt;punishment&lt;/b&gt; for some misdeed. Very timidly at first they stuck out their heads and sniffed about carefully. But as nothing stirred, all &lt;b&gt;trooped joyfully out&lt;/b&gt; to celebrate the death of the Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Just then the Cat let go his hold, and before the Mice recovered from their surprise, he had made an end of three or four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Now the Mice kept more strictly at home than ever. But the Cat, who was &lt;b&gt;still hungry&lt;/b&gt; for Mice, knew more tricks than one. Rolling himself in flour until he was covered completely, he lay down in the flour bin, with one eye open for the Mice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sure enough, the Mice soon began to come out. To the Cat it was almost as if he already had a plump young Mouse under his claws, when an old Rat, who had had much experience with &lt;b&gt;Cats and traps&lt;/b&gt;, and had even lost a part of his tail to pay for it, sat up at a safe distance from a hole in the wall where he lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Take care!&quot; he cried. &quot;That may be a heap of meal, but it looks to me very much like the Cat. Whatever it is, it is wisest to keep at a safe distance.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wise do not let themselves be tricked a second time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8213326080743055282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/cat-and-old-rat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8213326080743055282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8213326080743055282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/cat-and-old-rat.html' title='THE CAT AND THE OLD RAT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBvpteyLvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ZfU-SSXA0g/s72-c/THE+CAT+AND+THE+OLD+RAT.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-8512603369384974806</id><published>2011-01-13T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:41:24.350-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travelers"/><title type='text'>THE ASS AND ITS SHADOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSByBuycROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGiLpRKjniE/s1600/THE+ASS+AND+ITS+SHADOW.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSByBuycROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGiLpRKjniE/s640/THE+ASS+AND+ITS+SHADOW.jpg&quot; width=&quot;580&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Traveler had hired an Ass to carry him to a &lt;b&gt;distant part of the country&lt;/b&gt;. The owner of the Ass went with the Traveler, walking beside him to drive the Ass and point out the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The road led across a treeless plain where the Sun beat down fiercely. So intense did the heat become, that the Traveler at last decided to stop for a rest, and as &lt;b&gt;there was no other shade to be found&lt;/b&gt;, the Traveler sat down in the shadow of the Ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Now the heat had affected the Driver as much as it had the Traveler, and even more, for he had been walking. Wishing also to rest in the shade cast by the Ass, he began to quarrel with the Traveler, saying he had hired the Ass and not the shadow it cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The two soon came to blows&lt;/b&gt;, and while they were fighting, the Ass took to its heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;In quarreling about the shadow we often lose the substance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8512603369384974806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/ass-and-its-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8512603369384974806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/8512603369384974806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/ass-and-its-shadow.html' title='THE ASS AND ITS SHADOW'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSByBuycROI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGiLpRKjniE/s72-c/THE+ASS+AND+ITS+SHADOW.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-5723844038097186560</id><published>2011-01-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:29:22.841-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE LION, THE ASS, AND THE FOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB3M1O6thI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fqW8JlcBwDw/s1600/THE+LION%252C+THE+ASS%252C+AND+THE+FOX.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB3M1O6thI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fqW8JlcBwDw/s640/THE+LION%252C+THE+ASS%252C+AND+THE+FOX.jpg&quot; width=&quot;550&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Lion, an Ass, and a Fox were hunting in company, and caught a large quantity of game. The Ass was asked to divide the spoil. This he did very &lt;b&gt;fairly&lt;/b&gt;, giving each &lt;b&gt;an equal share&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Fox was well satisfied, but the Lion flew into a &lt;b&gt;great rage&lt;/b&gt; over it, and with one stroke of his huge paw, he added the Ass to the &lt;b&gt;pile of slain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Then he turned to the Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;You divide it,&quot; he &lt;b&gt;roared angrily&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Fox wasted no time in talking. He quickly piled all the game into one great heap. From this he took a very small portion for himself, such &lt;b&gt;undesirable bits as the horns and hoofs&lt;/b&gt; of a mountain goat, and the end of an ox tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Lion now recovered his good humor entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who taught you to divide so fairly?&quot; he asked pleasantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;I learned a lesson from the Ass,&quot; replied the Fox, carefully edging away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn from the misfortunes of others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5723844038097186560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-ass-and-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5723844038097186560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5723844038097186560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-ass-and-fox.html' title='THE LION, THE ASS, AND THE FOX'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB3M1O6thI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fqW8JlcBwDw/s72-c/THE+LION%252C+THE+ASS%252C+AND+THE+FOX.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-5030427726877454020</id><published>2011-01-09T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T04:37:28.449-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tortoise"/><title type='text'>THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBsYf7UsCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XNjXlIYtBAM/s1600/THE+HARE+AND+THE+TORTOISE.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBsYf7UsCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XNjXlIYtBAM/s640/THE+HARE+AND+THE+TORTOISE.jpg&quot; width=&quot;444&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Hare was making fun of the Tortoise one day for being so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Do you ever get anywhere?&quot; he asked with a &lt;b&gt;mocking &lt;/b&gt;laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; replied the Tortoise, &quot;and I get there sooner than you think. I&#39;ll run you a race and prove it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Hare was much &lt;b&gt;amused at the idea&lt;/b&gt; of running a race with the Tortoise, but for the fun of the thing he agreed. So the Fox, who had consented to &lt;b&gt;act as judge&lt;/b&gt;, marked the distance and started the runners off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Hare was soon far out of sight, and to make the Tortoise feel very deeply how ridiculous it was for him to try a race with a Hare, he lay down beside the course to take a nap until the Tortoise should catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Tortoise meanwhile kept&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;ins class=&quot;typo&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-color: gray; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: thin; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Original reads goingly.&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;going&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;slowly but steadily&lt;/b&gt;, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. But the Hare slept on very peacefully; and when at last he did wake up, the Tortoise was near the goal. The Hare now &lt;b&gt;ran his swiftest&lt;/b&gt;, but he could not overtake the Tortoise in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The race is not always to the swift.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5030427726877454020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/hare-and-tortoise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5030427726877454020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5030427726877454020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/hare-and-tortoise.html' title='THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBsYf7UsCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XNjXlIYtBAM/s72-c/THE+HARE+AND+THE+TORTOISE.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-4821053875186486605</id><published>2011-01-08T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T02:35:53.734-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE FOX AND THE CROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBw7gvp8qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NIrzjzkDbAU/s1600/THE+FOX+AND+THE+CROW.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBw7gvp8qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NIrzjzkDbAU/s640/THE+FOX+AND+THE+CROW.jpg&quot; width=&quot;440&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a &lt;b&gt;Crow on the limb of a tree&lt;/b&gt; overhead. This was by no means the first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the &lt;b&gt;lucky Crow&lt;/b&gt; held a bit of cheese in her beak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;No need to search any farther,&quot; thought &lt;b&gt;sly Master Fox&lt;/b&gt;. &quot;Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, &quot;&lt;b&gt;Good-morning, beautiful creature&lt;/b&gt;!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;What a &lt;b&gt;charming creature&lt;/b&gt; she is!&quot; said the Fox. &quot;How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid wings! &lt;b&gt;Such a wonderful Bird&lt;/b&gt; should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her &lt;b&gt;Queen of Birds&lt;/b&gt;.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So she opened her beak wide to utter her &lt;b&gt;loudest caw&lt;/b&gt;, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox&#39;s open mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. &quot;Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4821053875186486605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/fox-and-crow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4821053875186486605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4821053875186486605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/fox-and-crow.html' title='THE FOX AND THE CROW'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBw7gvp8qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NIrzjzkDbAU/s72-c/THE+FOX+AND+THE+CROW.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-4217872437702379233</id><published>2011-01-07T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:01:11.695-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merchent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THE ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBzuVyXKaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Si88VTXgdtM/s1600/THE+MILLER%252C+HIS+SON%252C+AND+THE+ASS2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;234&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBzuVyXKaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Si88VTXgdtM/s320/THE+MILLER%252C+HIS+SON%252C+AND+THE+ASS2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One day, a long time ago, an old Miller and his Son were on their way to &lt;b&gt;market with an Ass&lt;/b&gt; which they hoped to sell. They drove him very slowly, for they thought they would have a better chance to sell him if they kept him in good condition. As they walked along the highway some travelers &lt;b&gt;laughed loudly&lt;/b&gt; at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;What foolishness,&quot; cried one, &quot;to walk when they might as well ride. The most stupid of the three is not the one you would expect it to be.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Miller did not like to be laughed at, so he told his son to &lt;b&gt;climb up&lt;/b&gt; and ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They had gone a little farther along the road, when three merchants passed by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oho, what have we here?&quot; they cried. &quot;&lt;b&gt;Respect old age&lt;/b&gt;, young man! Get down, and let the old man ride.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Though the Miller was not tired, he made the boy get down and climbed up himself to ride, just to please the Merchants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;At the next turnstile they overtook some women carrying market baskets loaded with vegetables and other things to sell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;b&gt;Look at the old fool&lt;/b&gt;,&quot; exclaimed one of them. &quot;Perched on the Ass, while that poor boy has to walk.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Miller felt a bit &lt;b&gt;vexed&lt;/b&gt;, but to be agreeable he told the Boy to climb up behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They had no sooner started out again than a loud shout went up from &lt;b&gt;another company of people&lt;/b&gt; on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;What a crime,&quot; cried one, &quot;to load up a poor dumb beast like that! They look more able to carry the poor creature, than he to carry them.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;They must be on their way to sell the poor thing&#39;s hide,&quot; said another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBzz020rRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/msfxxUa46Ek/s1600/THE+MILLER%252C+HIS+SON%252C+AND+THE+ASS.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;259&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBzz020rRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/msfxxUa46Ek/s320/THE+MILLER%252C+HIS+SON%252C+AND+THE+ASS.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Miller and his Son quickly scrambled down, and a short time later, the market place was thrown into an uproar as the two came along carrying the Donkey slung from a pole. A great crowd of people ran out to get a closer look at the &lt;b&gt;strange sight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Ass &lt;b&gt;did not dislike&lt;/b&gt; being carried, but so many people came up to point at him and laugh and shout, that he began to kick and bray, and then, just as they were crossing a bridge, the ropes that held him gave way, and down he &lt;b&gt;tumbled into the river&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The poor Miller now set out sadly for home. By trying to please everybody, he had pleased nobody, and lost his Ass besides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you try to please all, you please none.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4217872437702379233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/miller-his-son-and-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4217872437702379233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/4217872437702379233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/miller-his-son-and-ass.html' title='THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THE ASS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBzuVyXKaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Si88VTXgdtM/s72-c/THE+MILLER%252C+HIS+SON%252C+AND+THE+ASS2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-5319829199915769139</id><published>2011-01-05T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:08:04.509-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dove"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE ANT AND THE DOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB0zc3q_tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3v4KbRNrbxk/s1600/THE+ANT+AND+THE+DOVE.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB0zc3q_tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3v4KbRNrbxk/s640/THE+ANT+AND+THE+DOVE.jpg&quot; width=&quot;522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Dove saw an Ant fall into a brook. The Ant &lt;b&gt;struggled in vain&lt;/b&gt; to reach the bank, and in pity, the Dove dropped a blade of straw close beside it. &lt;b&gt;Clinging to the straw&lt;/b&gt; like a &lt;b&gt;shipwrecked sailor &lt;/b&gt;to a &lt;b&gt;broken spar&lt;/b&gt;, the Ant floated safely to shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Soon after, the Ant saw a man getting ready to &lt;b&gt;kill the Dove with a stone&lt;/b&gt;. But just as he cast the stone, the Ant stung him in the heel, so that the pain made him miss his aim, and the startled &lt;b&gt;Dove flew to safety&lt;/b&gt; in a distant wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A kindness is never wasted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5319829199915769139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/ant-and-dove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5319829199915769139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/5319829199915769139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/ant-and-dove.html' title='THE ANT AND THE DOVE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSB0zc3q_tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3v4KbRNrbxk/s72-c/THE+ANT+AND+THE+DOVE.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-6897676226623563841</id><published>2011-01-04T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:35:07.680-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><title type='text'>THE DOG AND HIS REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBrnq2TWKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1GEf-ndbZr0/s1600/THE+DOG+AND+HIS+REFLECTION.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;554&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBrnq2TWKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1GEf-ndbZr0/s640/THE+DOG+AND+HIS+REFLECTION.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Dog, to whom the butcher had thrown a bone, was &lt;b&gt;hurrying home with his prize&lt;/b&gt; as fast as he could go. As he crossed a narrow footbridge, he happened to look down and saw himself reflected in the quiet water as if in a mirror. But the greedy Dog thought he saw a real Dog carrying a &lt;b&gt;bone much bigger&lt;/b&gt; than his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If he had stopped to think he would have known better. But instead of thinking, he dropped his bone and sprang at the Dog in the river, only to find himself &lt;b&gt;swimming for dear life &lt;/b&gt;to reach the shore. At last he managed to scramble out, and as he stood sadly thinking about the &lt;b&gt;good bone he had lost&lt;/b&gt;, he realized what a stupid Dog he had been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is very foolish to be greedy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6897676226623563841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-and-his-reflection.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/6897676226623563841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/6897676226623563841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-and-his-reflection.html' title='THE DOG AND HIS REFLECTION'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBrnq2TWKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1GEf-ndbZr0/s72-c/THE+DOG+AND+HIS+REFLECTION.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004165102400001727.post-2267658360046644371</id><published>2011-01-03T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:27:27.076-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jupiter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milo Winter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shepherd"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolf"/><title type='text'>THE SHEPHERD AND THE LION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBqs7mFeYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sT82o0yHR8/s1600/THE+SHEPHERD+AND+THE+LION.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;550&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBqs7mFeYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sT82o0yHR8/s640/THE+SHEPHERD+AND+THE+LION.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Author: Aesop, Illustrator: Milo Winter, Picture: Milo Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A Shepherd, counting his Sheep one day, discovered that a &lt;b&gt;number of them were missing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Much irritated, he very &lt;b&gt;loudly and boastfully&lt;/b&gt; declared that he would catch the thief and punish him as he deserved. The Shepherd suspected a Wolf of the deed and so set out toward a rocky region among the hills, where there were &lt;b&gt;caves infested by Wolves&lt;/b&gt;. But before starting out he made a vow to Jupiter that if he would &lt;b&gt;help him find the thief&lt;/b&gt; he would offer a fat Calf as a sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Shepherd searched a long time without finding any Wolves, but just as he was &lt;b&gt;passing near a large cave&lt;/b&gt; on the mountain side, a huge Lion stalked out, carrying a Sheep. In great terror the Shepherd fell on his knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Alas, O Jupiter, man does not know what he asks! To find the thief I offered to &lt;b&gt;sacrifice a fat Calf&lt;/b&gt;. Now I promise you a full-grown Bull, if you but make the thief go away!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are often not so eager for what we seek, after we have found it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not foolishly ask for things that would bring ruin if they were granted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2267658360046644371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/shepherd-and-lion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2267658360046644371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004165102400001727/posts/default/2267658360046644371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldfables.blogspot.com/2011/01/shepherd-and-lion.html' title='THE SHEPHERD AND THE LION'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irX685g62pE/TSBqs7mFeYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4sT82o0yHR8/s72-c/THE+SHEPHERD+AND+THE+LION.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>