The Fawn and His Mother

A YOUNG FAWN¹ once said to his Mother, "You are larger than a dog,
and swifter, and more used to running, and you have your horns as
a defense²; why, then, O Mother! do the hounds frighten you so?"
She smiled, and said:  "I know full well, my son, that all you say
is true.  I have the advantages you mention, but when I hear even
the bark of a single dog I feel ready to faint, and fly away as
fast as I can." 


No arguments will give courage to the coward.