"Then the Mosquitoes, big and little, flew around him. Many went into his ears,
and the smallest ones went into his nose, and the big old ones went into his
mouth to sting. A thousand and a thousand hung in the air just over his head and
made a great noise, and the Lion soon knew that he could not conquer.
"He roared and jumped, and two of his front feet went down into the well. The
well was narrow and deep and he could not get out, for his two hind feet were in
the air and his head hung downward. And as he died, he said to himself:
"'My pride and anger have brought me this fate. Had I used gentle words, the
Mosquitoes might have given me water for my thirst. I was wise and strong in
the wilderness, and even the greatest of the animals feared my power. But I
fought with the Mosquitoes and I die—not because I have not strength to
overcome, but because of the foolishness of anger."
EE-SZE (Meaning): The wise can conquer the foolish. Power is nothing,
strength is nothing. The wise, gentle and careful can always win.