A Goatherd, driving his flock
from their pasture at eventide, found some Wild Goats
mingled among them, and shut them up together with
his own for the night. The next day it snowed
very hard, so that he could not take the herd to their
usual feeding places, but was obliged to keep them
in the fold. He gave his own goats just sufficient
food to keep them alive, but fed the strangers more
abundantly in the hope of enticing them to stay with
him and of making them his own. When the thaw
set in, he led them all out to feed, and the Wild
Goats scampered away as fast as they could to the
mountains. The Goatherd scolded them for their
ingratitude in leaving him, when during the storm he
had taken more care of them than of his own herd.
One of them, turning about, said to him: “That
is the very reason why we are so cautious; for if
you yesterday treated us better than the Goats you
have had so long, it is plain also that if others came
after us, you would in the same manner prefer them
to ourselves.”
Old friends cannot with impunity be
sacrificed for new ones.
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