it between his finger and thumb, he said—or rather shouted, so angry was he—" Who are you, pray, you wretched little creature, that you make so free with my person ? ' The Flea, terrified, whimpered in a weak little voice, "Oh, sir ! pray let me go ; don't kill me ! I am such a little thing that I can't do you much harm." But the Man laughed and said, I am going to kill you now, at once : whatever is bad has got to be destroyed, no matter how slight the harm it does."
Do not waste your pity on a scamp.
THE BEE AND JUPITER
A QUEEN BEE from Hymettus flew up to Olympus with some fresh honey from the hive as a present to Jupiter, who was so pleased with the gift that he promised to give her anything she liked to ask for. She said she would be very grateful if he would give stings to the bees, to kill people who robbed them of their honey. Jupiter was greatly displeased with this request, for he loved mankind : but he had given his word, so he said that stings they should have. The stings he gave them, however, were of such a kind that whenever a bee stings a man the sting is left in the wound and the bee dies.
Evil wishes, like fowls, come home