The Vine and the Goat

There was a vine teeming with ripe fruit and tender shoots, when a wanton goat came up and gnawed the bark and browsed upon the young leaves. "I will revenge myself on you," said the vine, "for this insult; for when in a few days you are brought as a victim to the altar, the juice of my grapes shall be the dew of death upon your forehead."

Retribution, though late, comes at last.