Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain
valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through
which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen
tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not
even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The
narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our
Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the
other.
One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the
middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they
both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.
_It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through
stubbornness._