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The Lioness and Small Respect
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A very queenly lioness meets first a mosquito and then a mouse. Both these tiny creatures teach her something about respect for small things. This story is based on two of Aesop’s famous fables and we’ve rolled them into one. As with all our Aesop tales, it is told in the voice of one of the characters, in this case, the lioness.
Read by Natasha. Adaptation by Bertie. Duration 6.59. Sponsored by Audible.
Respect. I expect nothing less.
All respect the queen of the African plains. If the zebara or the antelope catch sight of me crouching in the bush, they do not forget to gallop. The elephant and the rhino respect me, and they mind not to tread on my children with their big clumsy feet. Even the snappy crocodile stays clear of me, when I come down to drink at the water.
Yes, respect is good.
And that is why I was so angry when a pesky little fellow failed to show me respect.
The mosquito buzzed around my ears and even stung me on the nose. I snapped at the horrid little traitor, and I bit my tongue. Oh, how that hurt ! Then I struck at him with my paw, such a blow that would fell a buffalo, but he slipped through my claws and was laughing at me. The he bit me on the bottom ! The cheek of it !
“Oh great queen”, said the Mosquito. “Bow your head before your master, I the Mosquito, have drunk your blood and defeated you in combat.”
I roared an almighty roar that sent the wildebeest and the giraffe scattering across the savanna.
“Ha ha ha, ” laughed the mosquito. And he flew backwards into a spider’s web. And the spider showed respect to his queen by eating the wretched insect.
A little while after this, I was lying asleep under a tree when I felt something tickling my nose.
I opened one eye and saw that a mouse had scampered onto my face!
“How dare you ! ” I roared. And was about to swipe him a deadly blow with my paw when the mouse begged:
“Oh mighty queen, forgive me! I was running through the long grass, and did not mean to run onto your nose or to disturb your sleep .”
And I laughed at this furry creature and said.
“Little fellow. I was about to kill you but you have shown wisdom and respect for your queen. I pardon your sin.”
“Oh, thank you thank you,” said the mouse. “I only hope that one day I may be of service to your majesty. ”
And I laughed again, for how could a little mouse help a mighty queen?
The weeks went by, and I was out for a midnight stroll when all of a sudden, there was no ground beneath my paws.
Thump. I fell to the bottom of a pit. I tried to spring out, but I was tangled in a net. The more my limbs struggled, the more I became entangled.
A hyena came by and saw me in this sorry trap. He cackled with his ugly voice and taunted me;
“In the morning the men shall come and throw their spears into your side. And then we shall have to find a new queen.”
I snarled with fury and swore to tear him apart when I was free from the snare. But he just laughed his silly laugh.
Towards morning, I had almost given up hope when I heard a little voice.
“My queen,” it said. “At last I may be of service to you.”
I saw the pink nose of the mouse.
“My loyal subject. It does my proud heart good to hear your well meaning words. But I am afraid you must now pay your last respects to your queen, for my limbs are caught in this net, and very soon the sun will rise and the men shall come to kill me.”
“You underestimate the might of a mouse,” said my loyal subject. And he called his wife and children, and together they gnawed through the net. I was free within the hour, just in time to spring out of the pit and give the men who had come to kill me a nasty surprise.
And so that is the story of how I, the queen of the jungle, came to respect those who respect me, no matter how small they might be, because sometimes the smallest of those among us, have the advantage over the mighty and the strong.