Prevod

A flea once asked an ox, “Why do you slave away for men day after day, great and strong as you are, while I tear cruelly at their flesh and drink my fill of their blood?” “I will not be ungrateful to humankind,” he replied. “They cherish me and are exceedingly fond of me, and they often rub my forehead and shoulders.” “But for poor little me,” said the flea, “the rubbing you find so pleasant means a miserable death whenever it happens to come my way.” Those who boast in words may be overcome by even the slightest thing.