There was once a baby lion left by its dying mother among some sheep. The sheep fed it and gave it shelter. The lion grew apace and said “Ba - a - a” when the sheep said “Ba - a - a”.
One day another lion came by. “What do you do here?” said the second lion in astonishment: for he heard the sheep - lion bleating with the rest. “Ba - a - a,” said the other. “I am a little sheep, I am a little sheep, I am frightened.”
“Nonsense!” roared the first lion, “come with me; I will show you.” And he took him to the side of a smooth stream and showed him that which was reflected therein. “You are a lion; look at me, look at the sheep, look at yourself.” And the sheep - lion looked, and then he said, “Ba - a - a, I do not look like the sheep — it is true, I am a lion!” and with that he roared a
roar that shook the hills to their depths’


