One day the flea put this question to the ox: "What has man done to you, that you serve him every day, and that too, big and brave as you are? I, on the contrary, tear his flesh without mercy and drink his blood by the mouthful." The ox replied, "I am grateful to the human race; for they love me and cherish me, and often rub my forehead and shoulders." "Alas!" retorted the flea, "for me that rubbing which pleases you is the worst of misfortunes, when I happen by chance to be caught between their hands."
Even the humblest person can expose an empty boaster.Moral
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