Capitolo 44
skilled hands, and without the non necessary pain. If we free there of them, us
you fall in the hands of operators of unskillful, and so suffers a
double death; for You you/he/she can be insured that, although all the Butchers
you/he/she should perish, still never wants men they want steer."
Is not in a hurry change one bad for another.
The Horse and his/her Rider.
[The illustration]
A Horse-soldier took the great pains with his/her loader. Until the war
lasted, he reputed him/it as his/her individual-assistant in all the emergencies, and
attentively feeds him with hay and corn. When the war was ended, him only
the permission chaff to eat, and it did him/it bring heavy loads of wood, and
submits him/it to a lot of servile toil and sick-treatment. You wage war, however,
being proclaimed again, the Soldier I handed his/her loader his/her soldier
trappings, and it climbed on, while being being dressed in his/her heavy coat of mail. The Horse
you fall down straightway under the weight, more you equalize to the load,
and tells his/her master: "You now owe e'en they go to the war afoot, for
You has turned me from a Horse into a Donkey."
He who disdain his/her friends when of they is not had need it doesn't owe aspettarsili
to serve him/it when he needs them.
The Dog and the Hare.
A hunting Dog, while having been starting a Hare on the hill-side, it undertook him for some
you outdistance, to a prickly duration her with his/her teeth as if he picked her/it up
life, and to another duration that gives birth on her, as if in play with another
dog. The Hare told him: "I desire that you would sincerely act from me, and
you appear in Your true colors. If you are a friend, because it makes her bite
me so very hard? If an enemy, because it gives birth on me?"
They is not any friends that you don't know whether to have trust or to distrust of.
The Fallow deer and his/her Mother.
[The illustration]
A young Fallow deer told once his/her mother: "You are greater than a dog, and
more express, and more used to racing; because, then, Mother of Or! it is always you