The Wolf Lamb

Once upon time Wolf was lapping at spring on hillside, when, looking up, what should he see but Lamb just beginning to drink little lower down `There's my supper,' thought he, `if only find some excuse to seize it ' Then out Lamb, `How dare you muddle the water drinking ? '

`Nay, master, nay,' said Lambikin; ` water be muddy up there, the cause of it, runs down '

`Well, then,' said the Wolf, `why did you call me bad names last year ? '

`That ,' said the Lamb; ` only six months old '

`I don't care,' snarled the Wolf; ` not you your father;' and he rushed poor little Lamb and ate her all up But before she died she gasped out 'Any excuse will serve tyrant '