The Lion and the Mouse
A lion was sleeping in his lair one hot afternoon when a mouse ran over his nose and woke him up. The lion snarled and was just about to crush the mouse with his huge paw when:
“Oh spare me, my lord," cried the mouse. “I am really not worth killing. I mean you no harm—and I don't even taste nice.”
The lion snarled sleepily.
Besides, the mouse squeaked, “perhaps I can do something for you one day if you spare me now.”
The lion gave a great roar of laughter but he lifted his paw and the mouse skipped out of reach. Still laughing, the lion sank back to his dreams.
Not long after, the lion was hunting in the woods when he fell into a trap. Some hunters had stretched a trip rope across one of his favourite paths. They had suspended a huge net above the path and had fixed it so that when the lion fell over the rope, the net would fall down and cover him, holding him prisoner until morning.
The lion twisted and turned and scratched and bit, but the more he struggled the more tightly he seemed to be held in the net. Soon he could not move at all. With no hope of escape, he began to roar and his mighty voice echoed through every corner of the forest.
Now it happened that the mouse was also out hunting that night. Of course he quickly recognized the lion’s voice and he ran as fast as he could to the spot. He saw at a glance what the situation was and pausing only to say “Don't worry, sir, I'll have you out in no time," and “Keep still sir, please,” he began to gnaw and nibble the thick cords of the net. In a very short time the lion's front paws were free; then his head and mane; then his back legs and finally his tail.
The little mouse had done something for the great lion, just, as he had promised.
In fact, he had saved his life.
Do not judge people’s usefulness by their appearance.