A LION, fatigued by the heat of a summer’s day, fell fast asleep in his den. —
A Mouse ran over his mane and ears and woke him from his slumbers. —
He rose up and shook himself in great wrath, and searched every corner of his den to find the Mouse. A Fox seeing him said: —
“A fine Lion you are, to be frightened of a Mouse.” “’Tis not the Mouse I fear,” said the Lion; —
“I resent his familiarity and ill-breeding.”
Little liberties are great offenses.