A YOUNG FAWN 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 defense; 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.