FAVOURITE FABLES.

 

FABLE I.
THE FOX AND THE GOAT.

N the extreme end of a
village a Fox one day
went to have a peep at a
hen-roost. He had the
* bad luck to fall into a
well, where he swam first to
this side, and then to that
side, but could not get out

  
 
  
  
  
 

with all his pains. At last,
as chance would have it, a
poor Goat came to the same
place to seek for some drink.
«So ho! friend Fox,’ said he, “ you quaff it off there at a
great rate: I hope by this time you have quenched your
thirst.’ ‘‘ Thirst !’’ said the sly rogue; ‘‘ what I have found
here to drink is so clear, and so sweet, that I cannot take my
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