The Sick Lion
A lion,no longer able,from the weakness of old age,
to hunt for his prey laid himself up in his den,
and breathing with great difficulty,
and speaking with a low voice,said that he was very ill.
The report soon spread among the beasts,
and there was great lamentation for the sick lion.
One after another came to see him;
but,catching him thus alone,and in his own den,
the lion made an easy prey of them, and grew fat upon his diet.
The fox,suspecting the truth of the matter,
came at length to make his visit of inquiry,
and standing at some distance,asked his Majesty how he did?
"Ah,my dearest friend,"said the lion,
"Is it you?Why do you stand so far from me?
Come,sweet friend, and pour a word of consolation in the poor lion's ear,
who has but a short time to live."
"Bless you!"said the fox."But excuse me if I cannot stay;
for to tell you the truth,
I feel quite uneasy at the mark of he foot-steps that I see here,
all printing towards your den,and none returning outwards."