Classic Poem

One winter night, an enormous half-frozen lion, fleeing from the bitter snow and hail, entered the tent of some mountain-dwelling goatherds. They thought no longer of their goats, but of themselves, and remained motionless, calling on Zeus to protect them. But when the storm had abated, the lion left the tent, having harmed neither men nor goats. For that deliverance the mountaineers hung a tribute to Zeus upon the trunk of this mighty oak.