wolf, meeting with a lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to　lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the　lamb the wolf’s right to eat him.  he thus addressed him:"sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me."  "indeed," leated　the lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "i was not then born."  then　said the wolf, "you feed in my pasture."  "no, good sir," replied　the lamb, "i have not yet tasted grass."  again said the wolf,　"you drink of my well."  "no," exclaimed the lamb, "i never yet　drank water, for as yet my mother’s milk is both food and drink　to me."  upon which the wolf seized him and ate him up, saying,　well! i won’t remain supperless, even though you refute every　ne of my imputations."  the tyrant will always find a pretext for　is tyranny.