In a part of a forest was a ram, separated from his flock. In the armour of his great fleece and horns, he roamed the woods fearlessly.
One day a lion in that forest encountered him. At this unprecedented sight, since the wool so bristled in every direction as to conceal the body, the lion felt fearful of this animal unknown in that forest. “Surely, he is more powerful than I am,” thought he. “That is why he wanders here so fearlessly.” And the lion edged away.
But on a later day the lion saw the same ram cropping grass on the forest floor, and he thought: “What! The fellow nibbles grass! His strength must be in relation to his diet.” So he made a quick spring and killed the ram.
