In a part of the forest where the grass was green, and the streams ran clear a lion named basura ruled. He was strong and cruel every day. One animal was sent to him as his meal, the animals, Drew Lots. There was no Escape. One day, the lot fell upon a hair named sea graga. He was small and quick with a mind that worked faster than his legs. He did not weep, he said, I will go, but I will be late. I have a plan. He waited until the morning was almost gone. Then he went to an old well along the path. The well was deep at the bottom, the waters showed a reflection like a mirror at the Lion's Den, the hair set, another lion stopped me, he claimed he was the true king, he lives in a fortress of water and stone. He wants to fight you for the kingdom. The lion roared, take me to him the hair, let him to the well and Pointed down there look and you will see him the lion looked in. He saw his own reflection a fierce lion, he thought it was his enemy he roared and leaped into the well to attack the well was deep. The lion drowned the forest was free again. Strength is great, but wisdom is greater.