One moonlight evening as Master Fox was taking his usual stroll in the woods, he saw a number of Pheasants perched quite out of his reach on a limb of a tall old tree. I belong to the Stork family who you know are honest and birds of good character. When the case came up again, both sides had a large number of witnesses. His cries for help soon brought the villagers running. The little Mole peered at it. Why, that's a pebble! The Fox came too, but he was very cautious about it. Of course, they were all hungry, and helped themselves freely to the Stag's food; and as you would expect, the Stag soon starved to death.
When the great fall out, the weak must suffer for it.