There used to live a lion in a jungle, the king of the jungle like in all stories. One summer evening it went to a stream to drink water. There it saw a little lamb playing cheerfully in the water a little distance away on the other bank.
Lion shouted, "Why are you spoiling my drinking water?"
For this the lamb replied, "Sir, How can that be possible? I'm down stream and you are upstream!"
Hearing that the lion went mad and roared, "You are calling me names."
The lamb pleaded, "Sir, I haven't said a word"
"Not now, but last year you did."
"It can't be me, sir. I was born only this spring!!!"
"Then it must be your mother, it doesn't matter.", saying so the lion jumped across the stream........
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