Hares, as you know, are very timid, The least shadow, sends them scurrying in fright to a hiding place. So off he crawled to the meadow. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers. But please do not tell anybody about it. The Stork gladly accepted the invitation and arrived in good time and with a very good appetite. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. There he saw with much wonder and envy a flock of royal Peacocks in all the glory of their splendid plumage. Your feathers may do very well in spring, replied the Crow, but I don't remember ever having seen you around in winter, and that's when I enjoy myself most.
Do not play tricks on your neighbors unless you can stand the same treatment yourself.