Driven by thirst, a Wolf and a Lamb had come to the same stream;
the Wolf stood above, and the Lamb at a distance below.
Then, the spoiler, prompted by a ravenous maw, alleged a pretext for a quarrel.
“Why,” said he, “have you made the water muddy for me while I am drinking?”
The Fleece-bearer, trembling, answered: “Prithee, Wolf, how can I do what you complain of? The water is flowing downwards from you to where I am drinking.”
The other, disconcerted by the force of truth, exclaimed: “Six months ago, you slandered me.”
“Indeed,” answered the Lamb, “I was not born then.”
“By Hercules,” said the Wolf, “then ’twas your father slandered me;”