What are you fidgeting with


The lion and the fox

A lion that had grown old and weak could no longer attack any animal.
He decided to use cunning to get himself food; and by getting sick
put, he encamped himself in a cave. Every time an animal wanted to visit him, it was
it tore, and engulfed inside the cave. The fox came there too, and
greeted the lion while he stopped at the entrance to the cave. How are you
O king of the beasts, he asked him. Why, replied the lion, don't you step into mine?
Cave in, father of the little fortress? (Founder of the underground caves or
Fortresses.) I would believe you, replied the fox, if I weren't for the tracks of many
See animals that may have gone in, but none of which went out again.

This fable indicates that you don't have to do anything without it first
to have checked carefully.
                                                                                                             Lôkman

little fish

Little fish! Little fish! you poor wretch
Just don't snap at the hook;
Goes in your throat so fast
Tear you bloody and torment you.
Don't you see the boy sitting there?
Little fish, swiftly swim away!

Little fish might know better
Just looked after the fat bite.
Said the boy with his string
Would be here for a joke.
It swam towards it, then it snaps shut.
Now you fidget, you poor little fish.
                                                        Hey

Spider and fly

Spider:
Fly, you dear one, I beg you,
Please visit me a little!
I want to give you a happy hour
Give you plenty of sweets.
Fly:
Mrs. Spider, I'll come to you at once,
Because I like sweets.

The spider of their cunning rejoices,
The fly visits her unabashedly.
But alas! she has hardly sat down
Does she feel trapped, gagged, hurt;
Then she sighs: You bad guy, you lied!
Oh, whoever believes easily is easily deceived!
                                              Erdmann Stiller

Falcon and bird

Light ray of sunshine
High on the peaks
Woody heights!
Bells in the valley,
Singing in the tops,
How beautiful is it today!

A hawk soars high on unpaved tracks
In wide, in narrow circles,
Sees a bird in the valley.
Birds, watch out
Fear the might of the hawk!

The little bird sees him floating
Banging for his life
Flee quickly to the tree,
Its nest is in there.
"Are you coming now, enemy so bad,
I must defy your anger! "

Falk shoots down like an arrow;
Birds in a hurry
Hush! into the tree,
Falke, where can it be?

Are you looking around in anger?
Just moderate your desire
You won't catch it!
Caution was good.
                                Hoffmann



The gardener, the thief and the fox

A gardener once lived in Yemen who had a little fox as a guardian. This
looked along the path with a keen eye and watched over the gardener's hut. Please refer! there
a thief came up and made many and various attempts to steal; but despite
With all the cunning he had previously used, he was unable to carry out his plan
bring. But now he made one more attempt, and this led him to his goal.
When the fox looked at him, he closed both eyes and even pretended to be
he dead. This hyped state of the cunning fellow turned on the little one
Guardians make a strong impression; he became tired and very soon deteriorated
then into a deep sleep. What could be more welcome to the thief? Gently
he now crept to the hut, stole a bag filled with money, whereupon he especially it
and hurried away.
Anyone who surrenders to sleep in this way forgets their good ones
Name, or his freedom one.
                                                                                According to the Persian of Nisami

The Dove

A thirsty pigeon flew to look for water, and there she was on a wall
saw a vase filled with water, quickly rushed it and bumped it so badly
against the vessel that shattered her ruff. I am unfortunate, she said, me, the me
Lost myself in my rush to find water.

This fable shows us that caution and slowness in business are more important than speed and
Use speed.
                                                                                                                  Lôkman

The old and the young fox

The old fox says: "Little son, dear little son, watch out for fishing rods,
before leg irons! "The father not only described these dangerous things to him, but described them to him
showed him the same too; for he walked around with him here and there.
The young fox already had two foxes with him - because his father also showed him that
shattered heads found in traps. - Now that he was wandering around alone,
he came across a trap covered with artificial bait.

"Huh! Huh!" cried the young fox with a smile - "you probably think that you beguile me
want? - no! No! - You shouldn't get my head, I just want you
as happily escaped as my father. "
"But, the thousand! When I surpass my father in cunning and shame him a little
could? - If, by a completely new ruse, I found a means to close the booty
without running the risk? - Oh, how beautiful! - Yes, I find it, the remedy! -
I wisely bow my head back and quickly tear off the flesh with my paw! -
Oh, that cannot fail! "

But it still failed! He reached inside quickly; He didn't lose his head, but his paw. -
And he hadn't thought of this!

The wolf and the young goat

One day the goat wants to go to fresh pasture,
About yourself and your beloved child
To be replenished with sweet milk.
She closes like the mothers are
Gently close the door and speak
To the Hipplein: beware of your life!
To open them to whoever is not you
Previously given the password:
Let Isegrim and his breed die!
When she said it, she was on my toe
A wolf by, hears and keeps the sign
And is lucky enough to be unseen
Sneak away.
But now the mother is gone
So he turns around, knocks and says the password.
However, the Hipplein looks suspiciously through the crack
And calls: first give me white paws!
As is well known, the wolf has to go through swamps and puddles,
And so white paws hold hard with him.
He finds himself trapped in his web
And makes off for the second time.
The goat would have fared badly
If it had the motherly tone
I caught the Isegrim so cleverly, so happily,
Almost trusted: alone
The youth can never be too cautious.
                                                               Lafontaine

Reineke and Braun, or the fox and the bear

Never trust the wrong thing, and take what you love most and what you love most
desire, most in eight.

Reineke is standing in front of his building and had already trotted up cousin Bear from afar
see who had wandered about in the forest looking for honey.
"I want to play a joke on you!" said Reineke. Because he was wrong and treacherous
so he tried to cause harm and harm everywhere. He took pleasure in that,
like all bad souls.
"How are you, cousin?" growled the bear who had come up in a friendly manner; "how are you?" -
"Small bites, very small bites, dearest ohm!" replied the fox.
"No chicken, no gosling, no duckling! The farmers are too clever, the dogs too
nasty. Nothing but honey, always and always rag honey, with which we make do
have to; don't want to get us. "
"What? Honey?" said cousin brown; "You shouldn't despise honey, cousin; that's a
delicious bite, a treat, I want to tell you. I just wish I knew where
would be like that! "
Now the honest brown was already knitted, and his all too great love for honey
became very pernicious to him.
Reineke says: "I know a tree, there is a whole honey pot inside." - But that was
an oak tree that lay in the yard of a carpenter in the next village. The tree
should be split, and was already separated by wedges at one end
driven, and further up there were also wedges - quite smooth, with the middle of the tree
the next day there should be a complete split.
Reineke leads Ohm to this tree in the dark of night and said: "Uncle, in the middle of it
Tree sticks the honey stick. If you just squeeze your head and claws deep into it, you will jump
the block from each other, and you can then eat the honey as you like.
But don't do too much; for although your stomach can take it, too much is unhealthy. "
"Measure is good for all things, as I well know," said the infatuated lustful Brown, and
did as he was told. And while he wants to tear open the trunk with head and feet,
A few wedges fly out where Reineke helped by pulling on the wedges.
The tree snaps together and poor Braun is trapped. Braun howls and yells
grayish and miserable in his distress, scratches his hind feet, and does it so badly,
that the carpenter woke up and came over. When the fox saw that, he called out: "It is
Honey good? Don't eat too much! As I can see, the carpenter is coming and will
bring you a good drink. "With that, the malicious one crept away.
The carpenter came and called the neighbors together who were still at a party. -
That's how it started.
They took up arms and weapons. He had a pitchfork, the other a flail, this one
an old spear, and the other a hoe; and knittel and poles, fence posts and
Stool legs were not missing.
Now they beat poor bear out of their bodies with great pleasure.
This howled pitifully, summoning all his strength in fear to
to get away. Oh he came off; but the skin next to the ears and around the head
her got stuck, and the blood ran down rivers over her head, and her feet remained
the fur in it too. He could not leave immediately and only now received the charge.
How did they prepare him! One with a lame leg, the other with a wide one
Nose, Gerold with the crooked fingers were the hardest, and the women were
not lazy either, and bravely started off with us.
The bear finally got up angry with pain, broke through the rabble,
and limped as best he could towards the forest, where he washed his bloody wounds in a brook.
Many weeks went by before everything was cured, and poor Braun had just that long
to repent of a sincere carelessness.
                                                                                            From Reineke Fuchs

The fox and the billy goat


One day they crossed the field quite intimately
Mr. Reineke, the smartest of all rascals,
And Meppen, his very horny friend,
Who didn't see much further than his nose could reach.
Thirst led her to a drawback.
One descended where one was drinking bravely,
And enjoyed it wonderfully.
When she finished, the fox said to the buck:
Hey, hey, what do you do now?
It was tasty, but we can't stay here alone.
Listen, put your feet against the wall
I'll climb up along your back
Then climb your mighty pair of horns,
So catch the fountain handle,
And am out of you like lightning;
Afterwards I'll help my heart's mess -
By my beard! you are a smart owl
Replied Herr Meppen, merrily moaning;
On my honor, I admire your genius.
Yes, yes, I could have looked for a long time
And yet it would never have occurred to me.
The fox jumps out, lets his darling sit,
And holds him a brave sermon,
What a virtue is resignation.
If heaven had given you so much joke
He said, as hair, you have in your shaggy beard,
You would certainly not be like a stupid beard
I climbed into this fountain with me.
Here I stand up frank and free:
Well, don't be lazy and come after me;
Just strain the bones nicely.
If only I had time, I wanted to help you;
But unfortunately a shop calls me.

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In everything you do, think carefully about the end.
                                                     Lafontaine

The cats and the landlord


Animals and men slept soundly,
Even the house prophet was silent
As a swarm of skipped guests
From the nearest roofs rose.

In the hall of a rich man
Did they sing their song
Such a song that will soften the stone,
Can make people mad.

Hinz, Murner's father-in-law,
Beat the beat pitifully,
And two dead cats
Tormented to stand by him.

Finally all cats are dancing
Rumble, noise that it crashes,
Hissing, howling, gushing, scratching,
Until the master in the house wakes up.

This jumps with a beating
Around in the dark room
Lashes out, pounds the mirror,
Knocks over a dozen bowls.

Stumbles over some shavings,
Falls on the clock when falling,
And breaks two rows of teeth:
Blind zeal only hurts.
                                   Lichtwer

The quail and the linnet

To the quail, which one is in danger
Of which the thread had escaped,
The proud linnet sat down.
"I last," said he, "your plumage,
O! say how it always came
That your freedom was taken away from you? "

"Me," said she, "that corridor beckoned,
And I, too lustful by nature,
Flew there, and deeper in the grain,
I hear the tone of love and joy
I ran; I hardly approach the tone
So the network already had me. "

“The network,” said the latter, “cannot be seen!
Done right for you fluttering spirit.
If you want to enjoy happiness, you have to
Knowing the freedom to assert;
And if I were still so lustful
A net that will never catch me! "

He flies and still calls: "remember it!"
Briefly she sees the friend who is her
Given the wise instruction,
Glue on a bird's rod.
"Speak," she called, "speak how it came,
That your freedom was taken away from you? "

"The girlfriend," said he, "came close to me,
That I saw in this farmer.
She called; attracted by longing,
To see them, I came flying.
Now I don't know by what ruse
My foot is tied up here! "

"The rod," said she, "not to see?
It happened to you fluttering:
If you want to enjoy happiness, you have to
Knowing the freedom to assert.
Now, if you don't get annoyed, learn
How close the fall is to securing. "
                                                Gellert

The chamois and the goat

Heaven's neighbor, the chamois, climbed
On the high Alps: "Fugitives!"
A goat called, "Wait a minute.
I guess I'll get that high! "
She waits and with an easy effort
The goat reaches you
And says: "Look now, am I not there?
Can't I climb? "
"Yes, you can," she replies, "alone
Be careful or you will break your neck and leg;
'Cause look up
To that height, close to heaven,
I'll climb up there now. "
And suddenly she got up
Reached soon
The next summit, it said
In a form that can hardly be seen
And called down: "Now come up!"
The goat was dizzy
In front of the too steep heights.
Yes, she thought, daring is half the battle;
At best I will come
If I can't go on
Only half way up.
She had hardly begun the bold work.
So she fell and broke her neck.
                                                       Glue

The deer and the boar

The gate only then closes its dovecote,
When the marten emptied it;
He, whom nothing disturbs in his sleep,
Only sees what is happening: only the wise man
Also sees what can happen;
The attack hits him in his armor.
It is in vain that the team is then increased
Forge armor, arm yourself,
Mending the walls, closing the gates,
When Hannibal is at the gates.

On a spruce tree that is solid as a wall
The North scoffed for many a year
Was hardened in weather,
Once a boar sharpened its tusks.
A deer sees this and says: "What danger is threatening you?
Where is the enemy that you should arm yourself?
Yes, a bear, a wolf at least could be seen,
With whom you would now have to dare the duel,
So what you are doing would be very nice.
But now what do you think? because all your heat
Just make an effort, and it's useless.
It doesn't have to be too right about your head. "-
"Shut up. Be quiet!" says the wise pig, "your eye does not reach far.
Woe to fools who believe you!
If now the wolf looms nearby,
Then it’s still time for Wetzen!
So you don't know that security
The already certain victory can rob you? "
                                                       Johann Adolf Schlegel

The stork and the farmer

A poor innocent stork flew with a flock of cranes and wild geese,
and had the misfortune of falling into a net with them, which the farmer had
actually only set up for the latter.
He therefore relied on his simplicity, on his good heart, on his love for people,
on his merit in destroying harmful worms and other similar ones
Properties more.
"All of this," replied the birdman, "can be very true. But I am treating you
now according to the society in which I find you, and according to the saying:
caught with, hung with. "
                                                                                                       After Aesop

The salt spring

A wanderer was depressed by thirst and heat
Covered the desert. Refreshing
The trees of the land finally appeared to him.
"Just one more source!" so he sighs. Not in vain!
A brook gushed out of the hills. "Oh, blessed
Be me the long-awaited sweet refreshment! "
He said it, and got down on his knee, and sipped
A gentle gift from the cupped hand of the brook. -
But faster still escaped his lips
The bitter potion. - He exclaimed with wild anger:
"Cursed flood! Your deception lured me,
And now you fill my mouth with disgust!
Your fountain must dry up forever! "

And in the crystal vault 'heard the nymph
The hard curse. She stepped out and said:
"Curse your displeasure, not the source!
The Born of Salt is the blessing of this land. "

The raven and the owl

"When are you coming out of your cave?
When do we hear the songs of your throat
Miserable stepchild of nature? "-
The raven said this to the owl -
"I want to know what about such a creature
I guess I found Minerva! "

"You force me, o raven, you,"
She replies "showing two gifts.
Minerva loves her very much about me;
But I didn't find it in you:
I can see in the dark and be silent. "

The dog and the crocodile

A dog kept drinking from the Nile:
This saw a great crocodile
And cried: O dear! take your time
And drink at a leisurely pace;
You cannot prosper in running.
Come here! here the water is pure;
You see, I drink it myself here.
I'll drink your water, replies the dog; alone
I see you want my meat for it.
A villain threatens you
He's not that dangerous like that,
As if he's talking to you kindly.
                                                            Phaedrus

The cat and the sparrows

A flock of sparrows had chosen to live on a farm because they lived on one
found plenty of food in the nearby millet fields; the gentlemen also brought sparrows
towards the latter, for the most part, plundering the full ears. Usually lurked there for them
the old house cat, albeit in vain, up; as soon as he showed up, the nimble ones flew
Birds chirping away loudly. How do you get hold of them now? Day and night broods and
friend Murner ponders it until he finally comes up with the following ruse. He's holding one
Paw in the water and then put it in a heap of millet grains, where these are now around
get stuck around it. Then he creeps, on three legs, after the
Millet field, lies there on his back, his paw covered with grains
reaching up and not moving. With an extremely thick ear of millet
like a paw one of the sparrows is deceived; he flies up carelessly to
to nibble on it, but - like lightning, the other paw caught him, and so on
the cunning cat probably caught twenty of these nasty birds. An old
Sperling finally becomes aware of the trap and wisely keeps away from it.
But from that day on, seeing a cat's paw in every ear, he pulls himself deep into it
its dark hole back and never leaves it again; he endures hunger and misery,
and so at last dies trying to escape death.

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Caution is good and laudable in itself, but if taken too far, it can lead to folly
and bring ridicule and harm.
                                                                         From the French, after Florian