Story Of The Shabby Wolf
A sleek dog met a wolf once, long &go, So shabby, ota, so shabby I His rough coat About his yollow ribs appeared to üoat, Sooner than any otlier verb I know. And ho was weary, and soiled with lust and mire, One ear was patoned, the other ear was rent, And in his eye a deep discouragement Had deadened quite lts ordinary ore. His glance betrayed the sadness and the doubt Of one who has to look far in the past To oalculate how long sinoe he dined last- And wonder how much longer ho'll hold out. The dog wa9 moved to pity, seeing him. "Come home with me, fricad," quothhe, clvilly, "Live with us dogs awhile, and do as we; You soon will be as plump as you are slim, "This life you wolves lead oan't be very gay, Snatched joys, you know, are misreported sweet, And then, when you don't pay for wnat you eat, You know, there always is the deuoe to pay. "Now we have marro w bonea and chlokenwings" A flame leapt in the wolf s reviving eye: "Tm coming." As they hastened: "Bytha by," Ee said, "what must one do tor all those thingsï" "Oh, serve alittle, fawn on a few hands." The wolf slacked speed as one who meets a cheok, And now he spied a mark round the dog's neck; "What's that?" "That? Oh, my Chain; custom demands" "They chain you upï" " Sometimes." The wolf stood still, The shabby, shabby wolf. "It can not be," He said. " You know I don't mimi starving, free, But I've objoctions on slave's fare to fill."
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