Two Goats, frisking gaily
on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each
side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The
trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and
on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats.
Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.
One set her foot on
the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn.
Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the
roaring torrent below.
better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.|