A poor man, being sick and in a bad way, promised the gods to sacrifice a hundred oxen to them if they saved him from death. The gods, wishing to test him, very quickly restored his health, and he rose from his bed. But, as he had no real oxen, he modelled a hundred out of suet and burned them on an altar, saying, "Receive my vow, O gods." But the gods, wishing in their turn to play a trick on him, sent him a dream and urged him to go down to the shore: there he would find a thousand Attic drachmas. Beside himself with joy, he ran to the beach, where he fell among pirates, who carried him off; and, being sold by them, he thus came by a thousand drachmas.
*A liar is often exposed by his own words.Moral
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