A dog being very much annoyed by bees,
ran, quite accidentally, into an empty barrel lying
on the ground, and looking out at the bung-hole, addressed
his tormenters thus:
“Had you been temperate, stinging
me only one at a time, you might have got a good deal
of fun out of me. As it is, you have driven me
into a secure retreat; for I can snap you up as fast
as you come in through the bung-hole. Learn from
this the folly of intemperate zeal.”
When he had concluded, he awaited
a reply. There wasn’t any reply; for the
bees had never gone near the bung-hole; they went in
the same way as he did, and made it very warm for
him.
The lesson of this fable is that one
cannot stick to his pure reason while quarrelling
with bees.
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