A Fable

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A fine full-grown Trout for had some time kept his station in a clear

stream, when, one morning, a Cat, extravagantly fond, as cats are

wont to be, of fish, caught a glimpse of him, as he glided from

beneath an overhanging part of the bank, toward the middle of the

river; and with this glimpse, she resolved to spare no pains to

capture him. As she sat on the bank waiting for the return of the

fish, and laying a plan for her enterprise, a Fox came up, and

saluting her, said:

"Your servant, Mrs. Puss. A pleasant place this for taking the

morning air; and a notable place for fish, eh!"

"Good morning, Mr. Reynard," replied the Cat. "The place is, as you

say, pleasant enough. As for fish, you can judge for yourself whether

there are any in this part of the river. I do not deny that near the

falls, about four miles from here, some very fine salmon and other

fish are to be found."

At this very moment, very inappositely for the Cat's hint, the Trout

made his appearance; and the Fox looking significantly at her, said:

"The falls, madam! Perhaps this fine Trout is on his way thither. It

may be that you would like the walk; allow me the pleasure of

accompanying you?"

"I thank you, sir," replied the Cat, "but I am not disposed to walk

so far at present. Indeed, I hardly know whether I am quite well. I

think I will rest myself a little, and then return home."

"Whatever you may determine," rejoined the Fox, "I hope to be

permitted to enjoy your society and conversation; and possibly I may

have the great gratification of preventing the tedium which, were you

left alone, your indisposition might produce."

In speaking thus, the crafty Fox had no doubt that the only

indisposition from which the Cat was suffering was an unwillingness

to allow him a share of her booty; and he was determined that, so far

as management could go, she should catch no fish that day without his

being a party to the transaction. As the trout still continued in

sight, be began to commend his shape and color; and the Cat, seeing

no way of getting rid of him, finally agreed that they should jointly

try their skill and divide the spoil. Upon this compact, they both

went actively to work.

They agreed first to try the following device: A small knob of earth

covered with rushes stood in the water close to the bank. Both the

fishers were to crouch behind these rushes; the Fox was to move the

water very gently with the end of his long brush, and withdraw it so

soon as the Trout's attention should have been drawn to that point;

and the Cat was to hold her right paw underneath, and be ready, so

soon as the fish should come over it, to throw him out on the bank.

No sooner was the execution of this device commenced than it seemed

likely to succeed. The Trout soon noticed the movement on the water,

and glided quickly toward the point where it was made; but when he

had arrived within about twice his own length of it, he stopped and

then backed toward the middle of the river. Several times this

maneuver was repeated, and always with the same result, until the

tricky pair were convinced that they must try some other scheme.

It so happened that whilst they were considering what they should do

next, the Fox espied a small piece of meat, when it was agreed that

he should tear this into little bits and throw them into the stream

above where they then were; that the Cat should wait, crouched behind

a tuft of grass, to dash into the river and seize the Trout, if he

should come to take any piece of meat floating near the bank; and

that the Fox should, on the first movement of the Cat, return and

give his help. This scheme was put into practice, but with no better

success than the other. The Trout came and took the pieces of meat

which had floated farthest off from the bank, but to those which

floated near he seemed to pay no attention. As he rose to take the

last, he put his mouth out of the water and said, "To other travelers

with these petty tricks: here we are 'wide awake as a black fish' and

are not to be caught with bits and scraps, like so many silly

gudgeons!"

As the Trout went down, the Fox said, in an undertone: "Say you so,

my fine fellow; we may, perhaps, make a _gudgeon_ of you yet!"

Then, turning to the Cat, he proposed to her a new scheme in the

following terms:

"I have a scheme to propose which cannot, I am persuaded, fail of

succeeding, if you will lend your talent and skill for the execution

of it. As I crossed the bridge, a little way above, I saw the dead

body of a small dog, and near it a flat piece of wood rather longer

than your person. Now, let us throw the dead dog into the river and

give the Trout time to examine it; then, let us put the piece of wood

into the water, and do you set yourself upon it so that it shall be

lengthwise under you, and your mouth may lean over one edge and your

tail hang in the water as if you were dead. The Trout, no doubt, will

come up to you, when you may seize him and paddle to the bank with

him, where I will be in waiting to help you land the prey."

The scheme pleased the Cat so much that, in spite of her repugnance

to the wetting, which it promised her, she resolved to act the part

which the cunning Fox had assigned to her. They first threw the dead

dog into the river and, going down the stream, they soon had the

satisfaction of seeing the Trout glide up close to it and examine it.

They then returned to the bridge and put the piece of wood into the

water, and the Cat, having placed herself upon it and taken a posture

as if she were dead, was soon carried down by the current to where

the Trout was. Apparently without the least suspicion, he came up

close to the Cat's head, and she, seizing him by one of his gills,

held him in spite of all his struggles. The task of regaining the

bank still had to be performed, and this was no small difficulty, for

the Trout struggled so hard, and the business of navigation was so

new to the Cat, that not without great labor and fatigue did she

reach the place where the Fox was waiting for her. As one end of the

board struck the bank, the Fox put his right forepaw upon it, then

seizing the fish near the tail, as the Cat let it go, he gave the

board a violent push which sent it toward the middle of the stream,

and instantly ran off with the Trout in his mouth toward the bridge.

It had so happened that after the Fox had quitted the bridge the last

time, an Otter had come there to watch for fish, and he, seeing the

Trout in the Fox's mouth, rushed toward him, and compelled him to

drop the fish and put himself on the defensive. It had also happened

that this Otter had been seen in an earlier part of the day, and that

notice of him had been given to the farmer to whom the Cat belonged,

and who had more than once declared that if ever he found her fishing

again she should be thrown into the river with a stone tied to her

neck. The moment the farmer heard of the Otter, he took his gun, and

followed by a laborer and two strong dogs, went toward the river,

where he arrived just as the Cat, exhausted by the fatigue of her

second voyage, was crawling up the bank. Immediately he ordered the

laborer to put the sentence of drowning in execution; then, followed

by his dogs, he arrived near the bridge just as the Fox and the Otter

were about to join battle. Instantly the dogs set on the Fox and tore

him to pieces; and the farmer, shooting the Otter dead on the spot,

possessed himself of the Trout, which had thus served to detain first

one, then the other of his destroyers, till a severe punishment had

overtaken each of them. Moral.--The inexperienced are never so much

in danger of being deceived and hurt as when they think themselves a

match for the crafty, and suppose that they have penetrated their

designs and seen through all their stratagems. As to the crafty, they

are ever in danger, either by being overreached one by another or of

falling in a hurry into some snare of their own, where, as commonly

happens, should they be caught, they are treated with a full measure

of severity.--Aesop, Jr., in America.

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