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A FLEA thus questioned an Ox:
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| What ails you, that being so huge and strong, you submit to the wrongs you receive from men and slave for them day by day... | |
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| ...while I, being so small a creature, mercilessly feed on their flesh and drink their blood without stint? | |
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| I do not wish to be ungrateful, for I am loved and well cared for by men, and they often pat my head and shoulders. | |
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| Woe's me! This very patting which you like, whenever it happens to me, brings with it my inevitable destruction. | |
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| That's a rough story but my mom still won't let you get on our trampoline any more. | |
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