The Peasant and The Sheep A peasant haled a sheep to court, And pressed against her there a serious objection.

A fox, as judge, is ready for a fault's detection, Hears plaintiff first and, then, defendant in retort; Taking in turn each point, and cool, though others stammer, He seeks the cause of all the clamour.

The peasant says: "My lord! When visiting my yard, I found two chickens missing; 'twas in early morning; Only their bones and feathers served me as a warming; This sheep alone was there on guard!" The sheep replies: "No strange event my slumbers marred; Prithee, the evidence of neighbours don't discard; Against me ne'er was brought a charge of thieving Or other crime At any time; As to my tasting flesh, 'tis notion past conceiving." Here are the fox's judgments from their earliest weaving: "I noway can accept the pleadings of this sheep, Because all rogues are skilled to keep Their wicked purposes from others.

Tis clear from plaintiff's words that, on the given night, Defendant held the fowl-house well in sight; Now, who can think she smothers An inborn wish for viands choice?

So I decide, by conscience' sacred voice, She cannot have admitted Hens were for her unfitted!

Her guilt is clear and lets the peasant win; The carcase comes to me, and he will get the skin."