A flea bit a man, and bit him again and again till he could stand it no longer, but made a thorough search for it, and at last succeeded in catching it. Holding it between his finger and thumb, he said – or rather shouted, so angry was he: “Who are you, you wretched little creature, that you make so free with my person?”

The flea, terrified, whimpered in a weak little voice, “Oh, pray let me go; don’t kill me! I am such a little thing that I can’t do you much harm.”

But the man laughed and said, “I am going to kill you now, at once: whatever is bad has got to be destroyed, no matter how slight the harm it does.”

Do not waste your pity on a scamp.

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