Aesop’s Fable Inktober: “The Lion and His Three Counselors”
The king of beasts was in an irritable mood. That morning his mate had told him that his breath was most unpleasant. After doing considerable roaring to prove that he was king he summoned his counselors. First he called the sheep. “Friend sheep,” he roared, opening wide his great mouth, “would you say that my breath smells unpleasant?”
Believing that the lion wanted an honest answer, the sheep gave it, and the king of beasts bit off her head for a fool.
Then he called the wolf and asked him the same question. The wolf, catching sight of the carcass of the sheep, said: “Why, your majesty, you have a breath as sweet as blossoms in the spring—“ Before he could finish he had been torn to pieces for a flatterer.
At last the lion called the fox and put the question to him. The fox gave a hollow cough, then cleared his throat. “Your majesty,” he whispered, “truly, I have such a cold in the head that I cannot smell at all.” #moralofthestory
In dangerous times wise men say nothing.