A Wolf left his lair one evening in fine spirits and an excellent
appetite. As he ran, the setting sun cast his shadow far out on
the ground, and it looked as if the wolf were a hundred times
bigger than he really was.
"Why," exclaimed the Wolf proudly, "see how big I am! Fancy _me_
running away from a puny Lion! I'll show him who is fit to be
king, he or I."
Just then an immense shadow blotted him out entirely, and the
next instant a Lion struck him down with a single blow.
_Do not let your fancy make you forget realities._
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