A FLEA thus questioned an Ox: '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, while I, being so small a creature,
mercilessly feed on their flesh and drink their blood without
stint?' The Ox replied: '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.' 'Woe's me!' said the flea; 'this very patting which
you like, whenever it happens to me, brings with it my inevitable
destruction.'
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