A child was hunting locusts in front of the rampart. After catching a certain number, he saw a scorpion; he took it for a locust, and, cupping his hand, was about to drop it in, when the scorpion, raising its sting, said to him, "Would to the gods you had done it! At one stroke you would have lost the locusts you have caught."
We should not treat the good and the wicked in the same way.Moral
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