DRIVEN by thirst, a wolf and a lamb had come to the same stream; the wolf stood above, and the lamb at a distance below. Then, the spoiler, prompted by a ravenous maw, invented a pretext for a quarrel. Why, said he, do you make the water muddy for me while I am drinking? The fleece-bearer, trembling, answered, Prithee, wolf, how can I do what you complain of? The water is flowing downward from you to where I am drinking. The other, disconcerted by the force of truth, exclaimed, Six months ago you slandered me! Indeed, answered the lamb, I was not born then. By Hercules, said the wolf, then it was your father slandered me! And so, snatching him up, he tore him to pieces, killing him unjustly.