One day a flea leapt onto the toe of an ailing athlete and bit him. The athlete, in anger, made his nails ready to crush it; but with one of its accustomed leaps it sprang away and escaped. Then the athlete said with a sigh, "O Heracles, if this is how you help me against a flea, what aid can I expect from you against my adversaries?"
Do not call on the gods over every harmless trifle; reserve such appeals for genuine need.Moral
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