A vine was luxuriant in the time
of vintage with leaves and grapes. A Goat, passing
by, nibbled its young tendrils and its leaves.
The Vine addressed him and said: “Why
do you thus injure me without a cause, and crop my
leaves? Is there no young grass left? But
I shall not have to wait long for my just revenge;
for if you now should crop my leaves, and cut me down
to my root, I shall provide the wine to pour over
you when you are led as a victim to the sacrifice.”
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