Chapter 99
There was once a vine teeming with ripe fruit and tender shoots and looking forward to the day when it would provide a bountiful vintage. Suddenly a wanton goat appeared and gnawed its bark and nibbled its young leaves.
“You have no right to harm me like this,” said the vine. “But I won’t have to wait long for my just revenge. Even if you crop my leaves and cut me down to my root, I shall provide the wine to pour over you when you’re brought as a sacrifice to the altar.”
However late, the retribution does arrive in the end.
