THE flea once upon a time meeting a gnat, said to her:
"I say, sister, why is your back so bent, and why is your head so low? What heavy care is worrying you?"
"Oh, my sister," replied the gnat, "it is the heavy work which I have to do that bends my back and pulls my head so low. I have to drive the oxen to the plough, and make them do their work. I must sit between the horns and prick them to urge them on. Their hide is so thick that I have to bend my body and put my head very low to drive the sting through it. But, then, tell me, why is your back so much bent, sister flea? You have no heavy work like me."
"You do not know what you are talking about. I have to keep mankind to their duties. These men have such heavy clothing that it takes all my strength to lift it up so that I can move about, to get at him."
