A VINE was plenty in the time of vintage with leaves and grapes.
A Goat, passing by, chewed its young stems and its leaves.
The Vine talk to him and said: "Why do you thus injure me without a cause, and crop my leaves? Is there no young grass left? But I shall not have to wait long for my just revenge; for if you now should crop my leaves, and cut me down to my root, I shall provide the wine to pour over you when you are led as a victim to the sacrifice."