A STAG, roundly chased by the hounds and blinded by fear to the danger he was running into, took shelter in a farmyard and hid himself in a shed among the oxen. —
An Ox gave him this kindly warning: “O unhappy creature! —
why should you thus, of your own accord, incur destruction and trust yourself in the house of your enemy? —
’ The Stag replied: “Only allow me, friend, to stay where I am, and I will undertake to find some favorable opportunity of effecting my escape. —
” At the approach of the evening the herdsman came to feed his cattle, but did not see the Stag; —
and even the farm-bailiff with several laborers passed through the shed and failed to notice him. —
The Stag, congratulating himself on his safety, began to express his sincere thanks to the Oxen who had kindly helped him in the hour of need. —
One of them again answered him: —
“We indeed wish you well, but the danger is not over. —
There is one other yet to pass through the shed, who has as it were a hundred eyes, and until he has come and gone, your life is still in peril. —
” At that moment the master himself entered, and having had to complain that his oxen had not been properly fed, he went up to their racks and cried out: —
“Why is there such a scarcity of fodder? —
There is not half enough straw for them to lie on. —
Those lazy fellows have not even swept the cobwebs away. —
” While he thus examined everything in turn, he spied the tips of the antlers of the Stag peeping out of the straw. —
Then summoning his laborers, he ordered that the Stag should be seized and killed.