A Brazier had a little Dog, which was a great favorite with his master,
and his constant companion. While he
hammered away at his metals the Dog slept; but when, on the other hand, he went
to dinner and began to eat, the Dog woke up and wagged his tail, as if he would
ask for a share of his meal. His master
one day, pretending to be angry and shaking his stick at him, said, "You wretched
little sluggard! what shall I do to you? While I am hammering on the anvil, you
sleep on the mat; and when I begin to eat after my toil, you wake up and wag
your tail for food. Do you not know that
labor is the source of every blessing, and that none but those who work are
entitled to eat?'
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