A Stork of a very simple and trusting nature had been asked by a gay party of Cranes to visit a field that had been newly planted. But the Cock was not to be so easily fooled. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. Please, Mr. Wolf, he said trembling, I know you are going to eat me. When they saw the danger the Master was in from the clumsy beast, they set upon the Ass and drove him with kicks and blows back to the stable. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Take care! he cried. That may be a heap of meal, but it looks to me very much like the Cat. The Weasels accepted the challenge with eagerness, for they were always ready for a fight when a meal was in sight. I'm a butcher by trade, not a doctor.
In unity is strength.