Reading Notes on Tricking Lions (or Tigers)

I particularly liked the stories of the tricksters as well, like many people I find satisfaction in seeing the results of someone else's cleverness. The main story of tricksters, about the Jackal, the Brahman and the tiger was quite entertaining, but it was not the only story dedicated to tricking someone. In Aesop's fables, the lion is often representative of strength, but not necessarily cleverness. In one of the tales, the poor lion is defanged and declawed out of love, but it was merely a trick to reduce his great strength to nothingness. Although it may be cruel, it is a worthy lesson to remember.

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