A Giant Oak stood near a brook in which grew some slender Reeds. You would be wiser, said an old acquaintance, to keep quietly out of sight with that clog. But the Beetle buzzed about Jupiter's head, and made him rise to drive her away; and the eggs rolled from his lap. This Dog was a favorite and received many a pat and kind word from his Master, as well as choice bits from his plate. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. Not a drop of soup could he get, But the Fox lapped it up easily, and, to increase the disappointment of the Stork, made a great show of enjoyment. The Goatherd tried to call it back, but in vain. Just then a Weasel came by, He understood the situation quickly. Piraeus is my very best friend. It would have been quite a different scene had a Lion made it!
A small gain is worth more than a large promise.