The wolf and the lamb
Wolf, meeting with the lamp a stray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him but to find some plea to justify to the lab the wolf's right to eat him.
He thus addressed him:" Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the lamb in a mournful tone of voice, " I was not then born." Then said the wolf, "You feed in my pasture." " No , good sir," replied the lamb," I have not yet tasted grass."