Chapter 150
A boy who was playing in the fields was stung by a nettle. He ran home to his mother and told her that he had merely touched the nasty weed and it had stung him.
“It was just your touching it, my boy,” said his mother, “that caused it to sting you. The next time you meddle with a nettle, grab it tightly, and it will not harm you.”
Whatever you do, do it boldly.
