“Why do people not use me as they use you?” said a Wasp to a Canary. “They make you a cage to live in, and give you seed and water every day; and often I see them bring you sugar, and fresh pieces of green groundsel and chickweed. But when I come, they all try to drive me “That is quite true,” answered the Canary; “but when men come to see me I treat them to a merry song, while you attack them with your sting.” As you treat others, others will treat you. “Why does no one play with me, while every one plays with you?” asked a cross boy, one day, of his brother. “Because I give up to my playfellows, and you beat and abuse them.” |