Chapter 90
A young pig, hoping to avoid the slaughterhouse, set up quarters in a fold of sheep. One day the shepherd grabbed hold of him, and he squeaked and struggled with all his might to get away. The sheep reproached him for making such a commotion and said, “The master often grabs hold of us, and you don’t see us crying.”
“That’s true,” replied the pig, “but our situation is not the same. He catches you for your wool, while he’s after me for frying.”
Rare is the sympathy for the real sufferer.
