A fox climbing over a fence slipped, and, finding herself about to fall, grabbed a bramble for support. The bramble's thorns left her paws bleeding, and in her pain she said, "Alas! I turned to you for help, and you've left me worse off." "Well, my friend," said the bramble, "you went astray in trying to catch hold of me, when it is I who am in the habit of catching hold of everyone."
Among people too, those are fools who turn for help to the kind whose instinct is rather to do harm.Moral
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