A Wolf had been hurt in a fight with a Bear. You have done them great honor by eating them up. The Flies were quickly smeared from head to foot with honey. They drove him very slowly, for they thought they would have a better chance to sell him if they kept him in good condition. A single look was enough to send the Fox off at top speed for the nearest hiding place. Please let me go! And away ran the Wolf to the woods.
Two wrongs do not make a right.