The Flea And The Man
  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."
Moral: Do not waste your pity on a scamp.
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