Gwrgan Farfdrwch's Fable by Anonymous
Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood a
goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in this
"My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to feed
on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed luxuriously
upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves, made fruitful
by meandering brooks."
"I am much obliged to you, master," replied the goat; "perhaps you mean
well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I do
not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I prefer
staying where I am."