It is like the story, told in my Divan, that a lion once saw a lion cub wandering through the wilderness with the sheep. The lion was very surprised. Instead of running after the sheep, he ran after this lion cub. And the little lion was trembling and very frightened. The father lion said, "Come, my son, with me; you are a lion." "No," said the cub. "I tremble, I tremble, I am afraid of you. You are different from my playmates. I want to run with them, play with them; I want to be with them." "Come, my son, with me," said the lion, "you are a little lion." "No," said the cub, "no, I am not a lion. You are a lion; I am afraid of you."