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The Lion & the Rat!

The lion which spared the Rat (mouse in AESOP’S FABLES) and got subsequently helped by the same Rat met many moons after the Rat nibbled at the net which had ensnared the Lion. (a link for those who want to refresh their memory of the fable)

The Lion was happy to meet the rat. As is ascribed, the Lion was “generous” and profusely thanked the rat again. The rat was not used to generosity neither by its own nature nor by having been accustomed to others showing generosity to the rat. The RAT was overwhelmed, but at the same time deeply suspicious of the motives of the Lion.

The rat had actually helped the lion, as  the enmeshed lion was no threat to its body, secondly, despite its nature to be busy scrounging the labour of others, spared time to nibble at the net and enlarge the lion, as it was merely curious. Further, this rat was totally UNRECOGNIZED by the other rats in its community, so it wanted to do a deed which would elevate its status among the other rats. So this Rat took a chance, and it fructified. This rat had been telling its community rats from time to time that it had rescued a Lion, the king of the forest, from certain capture, if not death.Yet a RAT is a RAT.

When the Lion re-thanked the rat after many months of the event, the Rat was not merely overwhelmed, but wanted to ‘confess’ certain thoughts it had about itself. The rat told the Lion, “Sir, you are a Lion, a hunter when hungry but unlike the Tiger, at peace with all the animals when your stomach is full. But we Rats are a wretched lot, we forage through the nights and it we find a field, where human labour has been expended for many months and if we find any grain or corn we shamelessly clip and store in our underground larder. We are an INSECURE lot. We prepare for a hunger that might arise tomorrow! But you, believe in God’s mercy to provide. It is that FAITH in God which makes you the KING OF THE FOREST. And we as a community, respect your clan.”

The Lion had heard such paeans before from other beasts and animals. The Lion took it as a fully deserved  praise of his character. But deep down, the LION was wondering if ever to trust a “RAT” which lives off the LABOUR of others!

An occasional act of kindness of a RAT never ever changes the nature of a RAT. A RAT SHALL REMAIN A RAT FOREVER- ITS OWN INSECURITY AND ACQUISITIVE NATURE WILL KEEP IT THAT WAY!             

The Fox and the Lion!

AESOP’S FABLES have been long thought and taught to be didactic allegories with a moral. Well that is the NURSERY STUFF. But each animal is understood by us to have certain qualities and this is deeply embedded in the human consciousness. These stories actually appeal to those “qualities” which are most often surprisingly discovered in us during poignant situations.

The LION is the King of the forest and therefore FEARLESS and expects subordination from other animals and mostly obtains it. Further he is ably assisted by other animals in his venture and sometimes taken advantage of because of his  “SUPERIOR FEELINGS” of himself.



The LION, the FOX and the ASS thus consistently being portrayed by Aesop with these traits, reveals to us,  that we are LIONS or FOXES or ASSES, depending on the situation. Here are some samples which might keep us amused as well as edify:-


An Ass and a Fox went into partnership and sallied out to forage for food together. They hadn’t gone far before they saw a Lion coming their way, at which they were both dreadfully frightened. But the Fox thought he saw a way of saving his own skin, and went boldly up to the Lion and whispered in his ear, “I’ll manage that you shall get hold of the Ass without the trouble of stalking him, if you’ll promise to let me go free.” The Lion agreed to this, and the Fox then rejoined his companion and contrived before long to lead him by a hidden pit, which some hunter had dug as a trap for wild animals, and into which he fell. When the Lion saw that the Ass was safely caught and couldn’t get away, it was to the Fox that he first turned his attention, and he soon finished him off, and then at his leisure proceeded to feast upon the Ass.


An Ass found a Lion’s Skin, and dressed himself up in it. Then he went about frightening every one he met, for they all took him to be a lion, men and beasts alike, and took to their heels when they saw him coming. Elated by the success of his trick, he loudly brayed in triumph. The Fox heard him, and recognized him at once for the Ass he was, and said to him, “Oho, my friend, it’s you, is it? I, too, should have been afraid if I hadn’t recognized your voice.”


A Lion had a Fox to attend on him, and whenever they went hunting the Fox found the prey and the Lion fell upon it and killed it, and then they divided it between them in certain proportions. But the Lion always got a very large share, and the Fox a very small one, which didn’t please the latter at all; so he determined to set up on his own account. He began by trying to steal a lamb from a flock of sheep: but the shepherd saw him and set his dogs on him. The hunter was now the hunted, and was very soon caught and dispatched by the dogs.


A Lion lay sick in his den, unable to provide himself with food. So he said to his friend the Fox, who came to ask how he did, “My good friend, I wish you would go to yonder wood and beguile the big Stag, who lives there, to come to my den: I have a fancy to make my dinner off a stag’s heart and brains.” The Fox went to the wood and found the Stag and said to him, “My dear sir, you’re in luck. You know the Lion, our King: well, he’s at the point of death, and has appointed you his successor to rule over the beasts. I hope you won’t forget that I was the first to bring you the good news. And now I must be going back to him; and, if you take my advice, you’ll come too and be with him at the last.” The Stag was highly flattered, and followed the Fox to the Lion’s den, suspecting nothing. No sooner had he got inside than the Lion sprang upon him, but he misjudged his spring, and the Stag got away with only his ears torn, and returned as fast as he could to the shelter of the wood. The Fox was much mortified, and the Lion, too, was dreadfully disappointed, for he was getting very hungry in spite of his illness. So he begged the Fox to have another try at coaxing the Stag to his den. “It’ll be almost impossible this time,” said the Fox, “but I’ll try”; and off he went to the wood a second time, and found the Stag resting and trying to recover from his fright. As soon as he saw the Fox he cried, “You scoundrel, what do you mean by trying to lure me to my death like that? Take yourself off, or I’ll do you to death with my horns.” But the Fox was entirely shameless. “What a coward you were,” said he; “surely you didn’t think the Lion meant any harm? Why, he was only going to whisper some royal secrets into your ear when you went off like a scared rabbit. You have rather disgusted him, and I’m not sure he won’t make the wolf King instead, unless you come back at once and show you’ve got some spirit. I promise you he won’t hurt you, and I will be your faithful servant.” The Stag was foolish enough to be persuaded to return, and this time the Lion made no mistake, but overpowered him, and feasted right royally upon his carcass. The Fox, meanwhile, watched his chance and, when the Lion wasn’t looking, filched away the brains to reward him for his trouble. Presently the Lion began searching for them, of course without success: and the Fox, who was watching him, said, “I don’t think it’s much use your looking for the brains: a creature who twice walked into a Lion’s den can’t have got any.”

The last one takes the cake when the fox gives an explanation regarding the missing BRAIN!!


The cub asked the lioness, why can’t they hunt down a rhino and eat its meat. The lioness said that its meat isn’t tasty.

The cub- which had grown to a lion- met a rhino grazing alone. So, as it happened a few years after the question had occurred, wanted to find out if the rhino’s meat was that bad. So he ventured to ambush the rhino. Swiftly he clambered over the rhino and attempted a mouthful of grab, but the pachyderm in one swipe dislodged him and while still in the air, charged and tossed him in the air.

The lion scampered back to his pride, with some sensible ideas.

He fathered many a cub, and one of those iconoclast cubs asked him, ‘why not hunt and eat a rhino?’.

Said the wise old lion, ‘ its meat isn’t tasty.’ – with a silent prayer, god if my cub ventures, let him come out safe!

Some experiences can’t be transmitted thru WORDS.

But if one survives long enough, one arrives at the truth untold, yet his answer to the question, will be the same as that of the previous generation’s.

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