The Flea and the Man
A flea bit a man, and bit him again, and again, till he could stand it no longer, but made a thorough search for it, and at last succeeded in catching it.
Holding it between his finger and thumb, he said -- or rather shouted, so angry was he -- "Who are you, pray, you wretched little creature, that you make so free with my person?"
The flea, terrified, whimpered in a weak little voice, "Oh, sir! pray let me go; don't kill me! I am such a little thing that I can't do you much harm."
But the man laughed and said, "I am going to kill you now, at once: whatever is bad has got to be destroyed, no matter how slight the harm it does."
Do not waste your pity on a scamp"".