A certain Wolf could not get enough to eat because of the watchfulness of the Shepherds. So they decided to leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the road that led to the woods. At first his beams were gentle, and in the pleasant warmth after the bitter cold of the North Wind, the Traveler unfastened his cloak and let it hang loosely from his shoulders. Fancy me running away from a puny Lion! All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. No compromise was possible, and so they went at it tooth and claw. All regarded him with envy. Even the most beautiful pheasant could see that his beauty was surpassed. Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, Good-morning, beautiful creature! Aha!, he muttered, What a great shouting and running about there would have been, had they caught me at just the very thing they are doing with so much enjoyment!
A resemblance to the great in some things does not make us great.